“Say, you’ve got some hold!” exclaimed the ring-master with admiration in his voice. “Better think my offer over.”
“I’d like to,” answered Joe, “but I’d better stick where I am for the present.”
“Well, you know best. But if you ever decide to join—you can always find our advance route bookings in one of the theatrical papers. Drop me a line.”
Joe promised to do so, and went outside, perhaps hoping for a sight of Miss Morton. But he did not see her. He did, however, see much that interested him in the way of circus life, and he understood something of the fascination it had for his mother, especially as she was such an accomplished horsewoman; and feats of horsemanship are nowhere better appreciated than in a circus.
“Well, did you see all you wanted?” asked Benny Turton, as Joe rejoined him.
“Yes, I saw lots. Even got an offer to go with the show.”
“You didn’t!”
“Yes I did,” and Joe narrated his experience.
“Say, I think maybe you’d make out good in a circus,” said Benny, holding up his scaly suit for a close examination. He wanted no more leaks in it.
“No, I’ll stick to magic for a while yet,” Joe answered. “But I think you’ll be busy soon, getting ready for the performance, so I’ll leave you. Remember, I’m coming to see you do your stunt.”