"Waiting, you see?" she smiled up at Forrest.
"Yes. But the performance isn't finished yet, is it?"
"No. The hippodrome races are just going on. Come over to this side of the paddock, where we shall be out of the way, and I'll teach you a few first principles."
"What do you want me to do first?"
"Put your foot in my hand and I will give you a lift."
The lad did as directed and sprang lightly to the back of the gray.
"Move over on the horse's hip. There. Sit over just as far as you can without slipping off. You saw how I did it this afternoon?"
"Yes—oh, here I go!"
Phil slid from the sloping side of the ring horse, landing in a heap, to the accompaniment of a rippling laugh from Dimples.
"I guess I'm not much of a bareback rider," grinned the lad, picking himself up. "How do you manage to stay on it in that position?"