[CHAPTER II.]
IN THE CALLIOPE TENT.
"I don't like it, pard, and you can bet your moccasins on that," said Joe McGlory.
"There are a whole lot of things about this business I don't fancy," returned Motor Matt; "but we're under contract, Joe, and Boss Burton says he'll give us an extra fifty a week if we do the trick."
"But the girl! What's her notion about it? Hanging to a trapeze under the aëroplane isn't a stunt to be sneezed at."
"She's anxious to do the trick. She'll get fifty dollars a week for it, and the money looks good to her."
"There's the danger, pard. Her neck's worth more than fifty plunks a week."
"She's a little brick, that Haidee—pure grit. I'll see that she's not placed in much danger."
"You'll have your hands full looking after yourself and the aëroplane. Sufferin' whirligigs! You know how hard it is to manage the Comet when there's a weight suspended beneath."