“I have some,” put in Larry, telling about the passes the lion-tamer had given him.
“Then you’d better go, take someone with you, and enjoy the performance,” the city editor said.
Larry made up his mind he would take Jimmy, who had done nothing but talk circus for the last two weeks, and that evening, when the subject was broached, the youngster stood on his head in delight.
“Do you think you can keep awake?” asked Mrs. Dexter. “The show lasts a long time.”
“Well, if he can’t keep awake at a circus, mother, he’s not much of a boy,” spoke Larry, laughing.
“Sure I’ll stay awake,” Jimmy replied.
Jimmy thought the circus performance was nothing short of fairyland. It was the first he had been to since he was old enough to remember things, and the one in New York had all the gorgeousness that can be dreamed of.
Larry, too, enjoyed himself. He was particularly interested in Nero, the lion, and pointed the ugly beast out to Jimmy. The brute kept in one corner of his cage, and growled.
“His toothache bothers him yet,” explained one of the men, who remembered Larry’s performance. “I guess we’ll have to pull it.”
“Pull a lion’s tooth?” inquired Larry. “I never heard of such a thing.”