"I perform on the flying rings, ride the elephant and ride bareback in the ring. What about it? Will one of you put me up?"
The villagers consulted for a moment; then the spokesman turned to Phil.
"I reckon, if you be a circus feller, you kin show us some tricks, eh?"
"Perform for you, you mean?"
"Yep."
"Well, I don't usually do anything like that on Sunday," answered the Circus Boy reflectively.
"Eat on Sunday, don't you?"
"When I get a chance," Phil grinned. "I guess your argument
wins.
I've got to eat and I have offered to earn my meal. What do you
want me to do?"
"Kin you do a flip?"
Phil threw himself into a succession of cartwheels along the edge of the railroad tracks, ending in a backward somersault.