"Am I?" smiled Andy—"I'm glad to hear you say so."
"Billy Blow is another. He got me on at a side show. They give me my keep, ten per cent, on what photographs I sell, and togged me out respectable looking, gratis."
"Good for you," commended Andy heartily. "And what of the famous chicken?"
"In capital trim. Say, that wise little rooster seems to know he's on exhibition. There's some monkeys in our tent. He steals their food, fights them, cuts up all kinds of antics. Boss says he thinks he will be a drawing card. I've got him to turn a somersault now. Come on."
"Come where?"
"I want to show you. See there. Isn't that grand, now?"
Luke led Andy into the tent where the side show was. A big frame covered with cheese cloth took up the entire width of the place. Upon this a man with a brush was liberally spreading several quarts of glaring red and yellow paint.
"Greatest Curiosity In The World—Remarkable Freak of Nature—The Famous Bolivar Trick Rooster, Who Walks Backwards"—so much of the grand announcement to the circus public had been already painted on the sign.
"They're bound to give you a chance, anyhow," observed Andy. "And I must say I am mighty glad of it."
"And see here," continued Luke animatedly. "Come on, old fellow. Easy, now. Ah, he wants a lump of sugar."