"Oh, aren't you going to do the tank act? I thought I saw the men setting it up."
"You did. I'm going to do a double turn—at least for a while."
"Good luck to you!"
Joe's trapeze work was simpler now that he had added the underwater feature to his circus acts, and it did not take him long to see that the bars, ropes and rings were in perfect condition, all fastenings secure and made so they would not slip when the strain from a long swinging jump came on them.
Then, having a little time on his hands before he would have to go on for the afternoon show, Joe went in to town, to stroll about. The place was filled with country visitors who had come in to see the circus, this being the center of a thriving farming community. Joe, going into a drug store to get an ice cream soda, saw in the window of an establishment next door a large aquarium, in which goldfish were swimming about amid long, waving, green aquatic grass.
"There's my idea!" exclaimed Joe, aloud. "Or one of them, anyhow."
"Did you speak to me?" asked an old gentleman, who was just coming out of the drug store as Joe went in.
"No, sir. I beg your pardon. I just thought of something."
"Oh, I see," and with a smile the gentleman passed on, while Joe, still thinking deeply, went in to get his soda.
"Well?" asked the clerk, suggestively, as Joe paused at the marble fountain.