"No, I rode on a Newfoundland dog. When I got older I tried a pony. Now Rob and I are the champion boy-riders of Europe and America."
"Speak for yourself, Charlie," said Robert, smiling. "I don't make any such claims."
"Oh, well, don't be discouraged. You'll ride as well as I do some time."
"You flatter me," said Robert.
"I say, do you think there's any chance for me to learn the business?" asked the country boy, lowering his voice, in an anxious tone.
"What line do you want to take up?" asked Robert.
"Is there any line?" asked the boy, not understanding.
"I mean, do you want to be a rider, a clown, an acrobat, or what?"
"I'd like to ride like you two."