THE SHOW MOVES ON
"What's the news?" asked Jim Tracy, as Joe came back from the hospital.
"Not very good," was the reply. "Benny's worse."
"Then he won't be with us to-day?"
"No, and not for some days to come, I fancy."
"Will you do the act this afternoon and to-night then, Joe? You see
we've billed it big here, and it's too late to make a change in this
town. When we move on we can drop out that act without its being so
noticeable. If necessary I can have that part of our bill poster
advertising covered up with blank sheets, though I hate to. But that's
all there is to be done if Benny can't act."
"No, he can't act," Joe said. "I'll go on to-day, of course. The
Lascalla Brothers won't kick, will they?"
"I don't care if they do. You can do your principal stunts with them,
and we'll shove the tank act back on the programme so as to give you a
chance to make the change. I suppose, though, if you keep too much out
of the Lascalla act they will be kicking."
"They may want another partner," suggested Joe.
"That's right," agreed the ring-master. "But there's one thing, though.
If they ask to have Sim Dobley back again I'll tell 'em it can't be
done. I won't have that fellow around. That's flat, let me tell you."
Sim Dobley at one time was one of the Lascalla trio. He was discharged
for misconduct, and Joe was given his place in an emergency. This
angered Sim and he threatened revenge. Though the other two
Lascallas--Tonzo and Sid--wanted Sim back, and though Joe suspected
them of at least once trying to cause him to get a humiliating fall,
nothing had come of Sim's threats.
"Yes, they may want him back," Joe admitted. "But I don't know just
what I can do. I'll go on with as much of my trapeze work here as I
can, and also do the tank act. But when we move on----"
"We'll talk of that later," interrupted the ring-master. "Well, what is
it?" he asked as a man came running up to him.
"A boy just got clawed by the lion," the man said. "Went too near the
cage."
"Blame those kids!" cried Jim. "Well, I'll be right over. Have some
of the animal men attend to the lad, and I'll get a doctor. Was he one
of our boys?"
"No, some kid who wanted to carry water for the elephants. He isn't
clawed bad--just on his hand."
"Well, I'm glad it isn't bad."
In spite of his vexation against the lad, Jim had a kind spot in his
heart.
The ring-master went to see about the lad, who, it appeared, in his
eagerness to get a view of the animals in their cages, had gone too
near the one containing a dangerous lion. With a quick, cat-like
motion of his great claw, the big beast had ripped some skin from the
boy's outstretched hand. A doctor soon made him comfortable.
Joe looked for Helen to tell her about Benny.
"Oh, I'm so sorry for him!" she exclaimed. "Is there anything I can
do?"
"I don't believe so," was the answer. "He'll have to stay in the
hospital for a while."
Joe did not find it exactly easy to fill the role of two performers,
but he did his best, and cheerfully, for he felt he owed a debt of
gratitude to Jim Tracy for giving him a chance in the circus.
Joe first had to dress for the trapeze work, and go through with those
exploits which were not easy, especially the long swing and the triple
suspension. Then Joe, alone, did an act which has been fully described
in the book just previous to this one. It is called the "drop back to
instep hang," and Joe did it in such a way that it was very thrilling.
The act looked as though an accident had happened and that Joe was
falling from the trapeze. But he caught himself in the nick of time.
Joe also did some tricks on a long suspended rope, fastened high in the
tent. He slid rapidly down this, headforemost, without the use of his
hands. He dropped until it seemed certain that his head would hit the
ground, but he stopped himself when about an inch away, amid the
plaudits of the crowd.
Then, when he had finished this thrilling work, Joe had to hurry to the
dressing tent and put on the green fish suit.
The young "fish" was more at home in the tank on the second day than he
had been when he first made his bow to the public in the shimmering,
green, scaly suit. He was not so nervous, and this made it easier for
him to hold his breath.
Joe also worked in a few new tricks. He spent the morning of the
second day of the circus going over his box of apparatus, and he made
some changes in certain pieces to enable them to be used under water.
Joe tried to get some celluloid playing cards, but found they would
have to be made to order, so he wrote to Professor Rosello, his former
chief, and asked him to get them for him.
The professor was still resting, and his show, under lease, was on the
road. Joe kept up a correspondence with the man who had given him such
a good start toward becoming a public entertainer, and the professor
was always glad to hear of the success of his protege.
The circus performers who knew Benny, and there were few who at least
did not have some sort of an acquaintance with him, were very sorry to
learn of his disablement.
"Well, it's too bad he can't be with us!" said motherly Mrs. Talfo, the
fat woman. "Benny sure was a nice little boy, and I'm certainly sorry
for him."
"So am I," affirmed Senorita Tanlozo, the snake charmer. "He got me
some medicine once, when I had a terrible toothache, and I'll never
forget it."
"And will he not ever be able to appear in public again?" asked Senor
Bogardi, the lion tamer.
"I don't know about that," answered Joe. "Never is a long while. He'll
have to stay in the hospital for some time, the doctor says."
"Ugh! Hospitals!" exclaimed Madame Bullriva, the strong woman.
"Deliver me from them. They mean all right--those doctors and
nurses--but it's awful trying to lie on your back and want a drink of
water."
"Especially if you happen to know that you could get up and lift a
barrel of it, if you weren't ill," put in Tonzo Lascalla. "Yes, I,
too, am sorry for Benny. But it is what will happen to all of us in
this business."
"What will happen?" asked the snake charmer.
"Oh, we will be down and out some day. You may play once too often
with that big constrictor which you let twine about your waist. Some
day he will squeeze you too hard--Poof! You are dead!"
"Well, I must say you are not very cheerful!" exclaimed Senorita
Tanlozo.
"Oh, well, what matter?" asked the trapeze performer, with a shrug of
his shoulders.
The circus parade was over. The procession had returned to the grounds
and dinner was being served. The afternoon performance would soon be
under way.
"Well, Joe, all ready for another swim?" asked Helen, as she passed the
"boy fish" (as he had been dubbed by some) on her way to look after
Rosebud.
"Yes, all ready to get wet again," he answered. "How's the nice horse?"
"All right. He was asking for you," and she laughed at her little
joke.
Joe's trapeze work went off well, and, hurrying to the dressing tent,
he donned the green suit. Again the ring-master made his announcement
about Joe, and the youth, inflating his lungs to their capacity,
plunged in.
Joe knew the value of a laugh, even in a thrilling scene, and this time
he had prepared a few simple but laughable tricks to perform under
water. They all worked well, and Joe brought the act to a close with
his "sleep," which again won him applause.
That afternoon Joe paid another visit to the hospital where Benny was a
patient. The "human fish" was in great pain, and Joe could only see
him for a few minutes.
"I think we shall have to operate on him, eventually," the doctor said.
Joe wrote Benny a cheering message, and hurried back to the tent to get
ready for the evening performance.
The tank act went off well, and to add to it Bill Watson, the veteran
clown, rigged up a pole and line, and pretended to be fishing in the
big glass box. Joe, who entered into the spirit of the occasion, caught
the hook as he was lying on the sandy bottom, and fastened on it a
rubber boot, which Bill pulled up and regarded with comical gravity.
When amid applause Joe came up out of the tank after an immersion of
nearly three and a quarter minutes, Jim Tracy gave orders to have the
water emptied out, and the tank packed for transportation. The glass
sides were removable.
"I don't know whether we'll have any use for it again or not," said the
ring-master. "How about it, Joe?"
"I'll tell you later," was the answer.
"Say, what about Benny Turton?" asked Tom Jefferson, the strong man, as
the performance came to a close and the crowd was filing out. "Can he
travel on with us?"
"No," answered Joe. "He will have to stay behind when the show goes
on."
And, as the circus was to play in another town the next day, the show
"moved on."
Benny Turton, the "human fish," was left behind. But it had to be so.
There was no other way.
"Poor boy," murmured Helen, as she thought of the slight figure resting
in the white hospital bed. "Poor boy! I suppose they'll all forget him
soon--when they have a new act in place of his."
But Joe Strong did not forget the promise which he had written on
Benny's pad--the promise which was under the pillow of the "human
fish."