“Don’t you know it’s a hard life, my boy?” he said.
“I’ll warrant it is no harder than life on the Hawkins’ farm, sir.”
“It’s not as rosy as it looks from a seat outside of the oval.”
“I know that. But I am willing to put up with the roughness just for the chance to make something of myself,” returned Leo.
Adam Lambert thought for a moment.
“Come with me into the ring,” he said.
Leo followed him gladly.
The rings, two in number, were empty, and so were the hundreds of seats, making the tent look vast and gloomy.
“Now show me what you can do.”
“Yes, sir.”