“I might pay you ten dollars per week.”
“That would be a very small amount for a performer like myself.”
“Well, if you can do two good turns at each performance I’ll give you fifteen dollars. Come, what do you say?”
“I’ll take a look at the show first,” replied Leo.
In a few minutes more the pair were on the way to the theater in which “Wampole’s Trans-Continental Specialty Company” was to perform that evening.
CHAPTER XIV.—LEO MAKES A NEW FRIEND.
Leo found that the specialty company numbered fifteen people. The performers were, for the most part, of very ordinary ability. There were several song and dance men, a number of musicians who drew tunes out of a variety of articles, several lady vocalists, a comical fat man and a magician.
The magician was a young fellow, hardly older than Leo. His name was Carl Ross, and he had such a smiling face and gentlemanly manner that Leo took to him instantly.
“We want a good all-around gymnast and tumbler,” said Carl Ross. “As it is the show is lop-sided—too much singing and dancing.”
Leo was asked to give an exhibition of what he could do, and readily complied, performing at first on the floor of the stage and then on a bar let down from the flies.