“Leo, make the horrid fellow go away!” panted Natalie.
“Do as Miss Sparks wishes, Snipper!” cried the young gymnast.
“Mind your own business!” grumbled Snipper.
“This is my business,” returned Leo warmly.
And rushing up, he collared the second-rate gymnast and hurled him halfway across the tent.
Snipper was clearly in the wrong, and, as Natalie had called on Leo for assistance, he did not dare raise a row.
He sneaked out, shaking his fist at Leo as he did so.
“Oh, Leo, I am very thankful you came in,” panted Natalie as soon as she could recover.
“So am I,” went on the boy honestly, and then, as he looked at the beautiful girl, both blushed.
Following the scene just recorded, Jack Snipper was more ugly than ever. Whenever he met or passed Leo he would mutter something under his breath.