Off came Leo’s coat vest, and shoes. Then followed a number of handsprings, forward, backward, and sideways, and somersaults and curious attitudes.
“Can I use that bar up there?”
“Certainly, but there is no rope to get to it.”
“Never mind, sir.”
As he spoke Leo ran to the centerpole, and up this he went like a flash.
Then he gave a sudden leap and sat down on the bar several yards off.
“By Jove, there is something in that boy!” murmured Adam Lambert to Reeve. “He has just daring enough to succeed.”
“So I would say, Mr. Lambert. Hullo! Look there!”
Leo was turning rapidly on the bar.
He went through a dozen gymnastic movements, and then slid down the center pole.