"That was well done. Quite professional," nodded the clown.
"Take hold of this rope and I will swing you. If it makes you
dizzy, tell me."
"Don't worry; it won't," laughed Phil.
"Give me a shove, too," urged Teddy.
"In a minute."
Mr. Miaco began swinging Phil backwards and forwards, his speed
ever increasing, and as he went higher and higher, Phil let
himself down, fastening his hands on the rings that he might
assist in the swinging.
"Now, see if you can get back in the rings with your legs."
"That's easy," answered Phil, his breath coming sharp and fast,
for he never had taken such a long sweep in the rings before.
The feat was not quite so easy as he had imagined. Phil made
three attempts before succeeding. But he mastered it and came up
smiling.
"Good," cried the clown, clapping his hands approvingly.
"Give me another swing. I want to try something else."
Having gained sufficient momentum, the lad, after reaching the
point where the rings would start on their backward flight,
permitted his legs to slip through the rings, catching them with
his feet.
He swept back, head and arms hanging down, as skillfully as if he
had been doing that very thing right along.
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