A shout of approval went up.
“Good for Leo!”
“That’s right, boy, stand up for your rights!”
The shout brought Adam Lambert, the general manager, to the scene.
No sooner had he appeared than all the performers walked away. It was against the rules to fight, and every one present was liable to a heavy fine.
With the crowd went Snipper, who rolled over and over until a neighboring canvas-wall hid him from view.
“Who is fighting here?” demanded Lambert severely.
“Jack Snipper attacked me with an Indian club and I knocked him down,” replied Leo.
“Why did he attack you?”
“Snipper’s jealous of the lad,” came from behind a side canvas.