"Yes."
The lad nodded to the ringmaster, indicating that the latter was to urge the horse on to a faster gallop.
"Now what are those two children going to do?" wondered the owner of the show. "One is as daring as the other. It's a wonder they have gone along without knocking themselves out. I believe they are going to do a turn."
That was exactly what they were preparing. "Now," said
Phil sharply.
The pair rose from the back of the ring horse as one person. They leaped gracefully and deliberately into the air, doubled their legs under them and performed one of the most graceful somersaults that had ever been seen in the Sparling shows, landing lightly and surely on the resined back of the old ring horse.
Dimples sat down, and Phil, dropping lightly to the ground, threw a kiss to the audience.
The spectators, fully appreciating what had been done, went fairly wild in their enthusiasm.
Mr. Sparling was no less so. In his excitement he forgot time and place and ran into the ring, where he threw an arm about Phil Forrest, giving him a fatherly hug.
Dimples pouted prettily.
"That's what I call partiality," she complained.