CHAPTER III

JOE IN THE TANK

Jim Tracy seemed hardly to know whether or not Joe was in earnest. They

stood together, a little distance away from the cot on which lay Benny

Turton, only just recovering consciousness.

"Do you really mean it, Joe?" asked the ring-master.

"I certainly do," was the answer. "I don't say I can do all the tricks

Ben did, for I haven't practised them. But I may be able to improvise a

few of my own."

"But can you stay under water as long as he could, Joe? That's the

point. You know we bill him as remaining under a fraction over four

minutes, and challenge the world to produce his equal. We even invite

the public to hold their watches and keep time for themselves.

"As a matter of fact, Ben never stayed under more than four minutes,

though he once, in his earliest attempts, did make it four even. But

the public isn't very critical on that point. As a rule the women get

nervous, and I've often heard some of 'em call out to him not to drown

himself.

"But the crowd would surely expect the act to last three minutes under

water--I mean three minutes at a time. Can you do that?"

"I think I can. In fact I can do better than three minutes."

"Are you sure, Joe?"

"Yes, sure."

"Of course he is," broke in a new voice, and Joe and the ring-master

turned to see Helen Morton standing beside them. She had finished her

act some time before.

"I heard that something had happened to Benny," she said, "and I came

in to see if I could do anything. I heard what you and Joe were saying,

Jim, and I couldn't help speaking as I did. I know Joe can stay under

water more than three minutes."

"How?" asked the ring-master. He seemed dazed by the way things were

happening. "How do you know, Helen?"

"I timed him--I held the watch on him, as you call it."

"That's what she did," confirmed Joe.

He then told, Helen adding her share to the story, how one hot day,

being warm from exercises in the circus tent, he had put on a bathing

suit, and gone into Benny's glass water-filled tank to cool off. While

there Joe, who was an adept in the water, as are many boys who live in

the country near a river, decided to test himself for under-water

endurance. He filled his lungs with air and went under.

"And he stayed more than three minutes," testified Helen.

"Well, if you can do that, maybe we can pull off the act yet," agreed

the ring-master, with a sigh of relief.

There was a hasty consultation. By this time the ambulance had arrived

and Benny was put in it to be taken to the hospital. The physician

promised to give the boy every attention, and to let the circus

management know at once how he was getting along.

"Just what he is suffering, from, I can't say," the doctor stated, "but

it is something serious, I fear. It was something that made him

incapable of helping himself or calling for help."

"All right, Joe," said the ring-master, when it was certain Benny could

not finish his act. "You'd better get ready to go into the tank. Can

you wear Benny's suit?"

"I guess so, but it will be a pretty tight fit. It's wet, too, and it

isn't going to be easy to get into it."

The green, scaly, fish suit had been taken off Benny before he was put

into the ambulance.

Joe found he could squeeze into the suit. It was of rubber, and

stretched some.

"I'll be ready in a few minutes," he told the ring-master. "You go out

and make whatever announcement you please. Sort of tone it down for

me, for I don't know that I can please the public on such short notice,

particularly as I haven't practised any of Ben's tricks."

"Can't you do some of your own?" asked Helen, as she was leaving the

tent, having come back to see how Joe looked in the fish suit. "I mean

some of those you used to do with Professor Rosello?"

"That's so--I might," said Joe reflectively. "I've got a box of

apparatus in my trunk."

"I'll help you get it out," offered the pretty little trick rider.

"Thanks," murmured Joe.

Jim Tracy hurried out to the main tent, where he knew the crowd would

be waiting for the rest of the tank act. The ring-master signaled to

the band that he was going to say something.

The music stopped.

"Ladies and gentlemen," began Jim Tracy, "there has been a slight

mishap to Mr. Turton, who, a little while ago, dived into this glass

tank which you see before you," and he waved a hand toward the tank.

"Mr. Turton is unable to go on with the act for the present, being, in

fact, under the care of one of your local physicians. As you all know

we advertised to show the 'human fish,' and if there is one thing more

than another that the Sampson Brothers try to do it is to keep their

word--keep faith--with the public. As we advertise so we do. And I

say, without fear of successful contradiction, that there is not one

act down on the show bills or posters--not one pageant, not one wild

animal, not a riding act, not a driving act, not a trapeze act, which

we advertise, that we do not give you complete, in full and in its

entirety.

"We have advertised to give you a fancy diving act in a glass tank of

water, and you have all seen that. Mr. Turton before he was

unfortunately taken ill, did that part of his act. But he is unable to

go on. And I am now about to introduce to you a young man who will take

his place. You have all seen him. But a little while ago he thrilled

you, in company with his partners, the Lascalla Brothers, in a high

trapeze act. It was while doing this that the young man I am about to

bring to your favorable notice saw Mr. Turton in distress in the tank.

Mr. Joe Strong, as he is known in private life, acted promptly and

pulled Mr. Turton from the tank. He saved his life, though, in order

not to alarm you, we did not let that fact become known until just

now."

There was a murmur in the crowd, and some applause. Clearly the

announcement was a surprise.

"What do you think of that?" was asked on all sides.

"And now," went on Jim Tracy, "following the invariable policy of the

Sampson Brothers' Circus, we are going to keep our word again, and give

you just what we advertised we would--a wonderful under-water act, full

of thrills, and interesting in the extreme. But I must crave your

slight indulgence, and I feel sure that, under the circumstances, you

will extend it to, not only myself and the show management, but to the

young man who has volunteered to take the place of the 'human fish' on

such short notice.

"You will see by the circus posters that we claim Mr. Turton can stay

under water four minutes. This he has done time and again, as you who

have seen him before can bear witness. And if any of you think it is

easy to do that, just take out your watch, and hold your breath for

four minutes out here in the tent--not under water, where to breathe

means death--yes, ladies and gentlemen--death!"

The ring-master paused impressively.

"Now we do not claim that Mr. Strong will be able to stay under water

four minutes. Three, I believe, is his limit. But you must remember,

ladies and gentlemen, that he is doing this act in public for the first

time, and that merely to help out the show and prevent you from being

disappointed.

"He will endeavor to remain under water three minutes at a time, and

will also offer for your approval a few tricks. But I wish to state

that staying under water even three minutes is a feat of no mean

ability. We do not say that no one else can do it, though we have a

standing offer of a thousand dollars to any one who will duplicate the

feat of Mr. Turton, and remain under four minutes. But under the

circumstances that offer is withdrawn.

"But if any of you think it is easy to stay under three minutes just

try to hold your breath for the time Mr. Strong remains under water. I

venture to say none of you can do it."

Again the ring-master paused for dramatic effect. Then he took out his

watch, and looked toward the entrance to the dressing tent. One of the

attendants signaled that Joe was ready.

"Ladies and gentlemen," went on Jim Tracy, "I now take great pleasure

in introducing to you Joe Strong, the boy fish, and I crave your slight

indulgence under the circumstances. Remember he is only filling in at

an emergency. So do not be over critical. Mr. Strong!"

The band blared out as Joe walked up on the platform beside the

ring-master and threw off his bath robe, revealing himself in the scaly

green suit Benny had worn.

Joe bowed right and left.

"I will now leave Mr. Strong to entertain you, my friends," concluded

the ring-master.

There was another blare of music, and Joe started up the steps that led

to the platform from which Benny had dived. Joe was going to start the

trick in the same way.

"Though I hope what happened to Benny, whatever it was, doesn't happen

to me," thought the young acrobat.

He poised for an instant on the small platform, and then with a quick

spring launched himself into the air. Joe brought into play one of his

trapeze tricks, and turned three somersaults before he struck the

water. In he went, with a little splash, and, a moment later, he opened

his eyes under water, staring out through the glass sides of the tank

at the expectant throngs in the circus tent.

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