“Careful, Jim,” warned a companion. “Better shoot him.”
The animal trainer shook his head. He kept moving closer and closer.
A strong cage had been opened up by the circus men. At a command from Jim Carsdale, the tiger leaped in and the door was bolted.
“Dear me, I feel weak all over,” murmured Mrs. Williams as the men lifted the cage onto a truck. “That animal trainer was marvelous!”
“One of the best in the circus,” said Eva Leitsall proudly. “Jim Carsdale.”
“You were very brave yourself,” declared Miss Gordon.
Eva shrugged off the praise. “Oh, I didn’t do anything,” she said. “I just knew that if folks started screaming, the tiger might attack.”
The little circus girl nodded goodbye and sauntered off down the platform. After talking for a moment with Jim Carsdale, she swung aboard the sleeper car again.
“Oh, wouldn’t it be fun to travel with a circus,” sighed Veve. “One would feel so important!”
“And imagine having your own riding act!” said Rosemary enviously. “I’d love that.”