Ferd shook his head as if he could not understand Jack’s indifference. After the performance the farm boy wanted to treat Jack to popcorn, soda, and more frankfurters. Jack declined everything but the sausage sandwiches.
“I can save them to eat when I’m hungry,” he said in explanation. “I may need a meal to-night.”
“Why don’t you come home and stay with me a few days?” suggested Ferd. “My folks wouldn’t care, and maybe you could get a job somewhere in the neighborhood.”
Jack thanked his new friend, but said he had other plans. A little later he parted from Ferd, and, by inquiring, he found the boss canvasman, who was taking a rest after his labors in superintending the erection of the tents.
Jack explained what he wanted—an introduction to the manager, who had charge of hiring the performers.
“Sure I’ll take you to him,” replied Ike Landon, “only I don’t believe you can do anything he’d want. Circus performers have to train for a good while.”
“Well, maybe I can do something to earn a little,” replied Jack. “Where will I find the manager? What’s his name?”
“His name is Jim Paine, and he’s a strict manager, let me tell you. But if you make good, why, he’s all right. Come on over and I’ll introduce you to him.”
Jack followed the canvasman across the circus grounds, from which most of the audience had gone. Preparations were already under way for the evening performance.
“Mr. Paine, here’s a lad who wants to join our circus,” remarked Landon, with a grin, as he presented Jack. “He did me a good turn this morning, and I’d like to help him if I could.”