“What for?”
“Well, there isn’t much chance for the air to get under the umbrella when I jump off now. If I made a higher leap I could work the wings a little better, for I’d be in the air longer. Can you raise the platform?”
“I guess so. How much?”
“About ten feet.”
“But that will make it nearly forty feet for you to jump. Won’t that be rather dangerous?”
“I guess not. You see, the umbrella is a big one, and once it gets a lot of air under it, I’m held up, and I’ll come down slowly. Besides, it will make a better act. I can make it look more as if I was really flying.”
“All right, I’ll do it. Did you ask Mr. Paine?”
“Yes; and he said it would be all right. He likes the idea.”
“Mr. Waddleton will have to get some new adjectives to put on the bills about you,” remarked the property man, with a laugh. “He thinks you’re quite an attraction. You’ve got Ted and some of the other clowns jealous. They’re at me all the while to get them up something so they can make a hit.”
“Well, there’s nothing to stop them,” declared Jack. “I don’t care how many queer stunts they do.”