ANDY JOINS THE SHOW
The breath seemed clear knocked out of Andy's body. The shock of the
blow from the stake deprived him of consciousness.
Andy opened his eyes in about two minutes. He found himself lying on the
ground, half-a-dozen circus employees gathered around him.
"Help me up," said Andy in a confused way. "I mustn't miss giving Midge
his medicine."
"Eh--the clown's boy?" spoke one of the men sharply.
"Oh," said Andy, regaining his senses more completely, "have I been here
long?"
"About two minutes."
"Then Midge is all right--oh, dear!"
Andy, trying to arise, gasped and tottered weakly. The man who had
addressed him seemed to be a sort of boss of the others. He held Andy
firmly as he said:
"Belong with Billy Blow? All right, we'll take you to his tent. But,
say--what did those fellows knock you out for?"
"Did you see the fellows?" inquired Andy.
"I was way over near the big bunk top. I heard some one holler, saw you
running. Two fellows were after you. One let drive that stake. It took
you between the shoulders like a cannon ball. An ugly throw, and a
wicked one. Wonder it didn't fetch you for good."
"One of the fellows was a boy named Jim Tapp," said Andy.
"That rascal, eh?" spoke the man. "Thought he'd quit us. Was going to.
Borrowed all he could, and salary tied up on an attachment."
"The other was a man named Murdock. He's the fellow who cut the trapeze
on Benares Brothers last night."
"What!" cried the man, with a jump. "Hey, men--you hear that? Go for
both! Get them! They're wanted for these crooked jobs."
Those addressed started on a chase, pursuant to directions of their
leader who had seen Murdock and Tapp run away as he came up to the
prostrate Andy.
The man himself helped Andy to the clown's tent. Their entrance aroused
Billy Blow, who sprang up quickly as he noticed that Andy walked in a
pained, disabled fashion. He was quite another man for his long,
refreshing sleep.
"Why, what's the matter?" he asked.
Andy's companion explained. The clown expressed his sympathy and
indignation in the same breath. He urged that the show detectives be
aroused at once.
"I heard Harding say last night he'd spend a thousand dollars, but he'd
get Daley and Murdock behind the bars for attempted murder," declared
the clown.
The man who had assisted Andy went away saying he would consult with Mr.
Giles Harding, the owner of the circus, at once.
"You see, Murdock ventured here to find out how his wicked plot
succeeded, never suspecting that he was found out," theorized the clown.
"That fellow, Tapp, was always his crony. They're a bad lot, you can
guess that from the stake they threw at you. No bones broken? Good!
Hurts? I'll soon fix that. Strip, now."
"All right."
The clown had felt all over Andy's back as the latter sat down on the
bench. Now he made Andy take off his coat and shirt. Then he produced a
big bottle from his wicker trunk.
"Ever hear of the Nine Oils?" he asked, as he poured a lot of black,
greasy stuff out of the bottle into the palm of his hand.
"No," said Andy.
"This is it," explained the clown, beginning to rub Andy's back
vigorously. "You've got quite a bruise, and I suppose it pains. Just lay
down. When I get through, if the Nine Oils don't fix you up, I'll give
you nine dollars."
The clown rubbed Andy good and hard. Then he made him lie down on the
big mattress. The Nine Oils had a magical effect. Andy's pain and
soreness were soon soothed. He fell into a doze, and woke up to observe
that Marco was in the tent conversing with the clown.
"Hi, Wildwood," hailed Andy's friend. "Having quite a time of it, aren't
you?"
Andy got up as good as ever. His back smarted slightly--that was the
only reminder he had of Murdock's savage assault.
Billy Blow had been telling Marco about Andy's latest mishap. Marco was
greatly worked up over it. He said the attempted trick on old Benares's
partner had become noised about, and if the two plotters were arrested
and brought anywhere near the circus, they stood a good show
of lynching.
"I'll step down with you to the hotel about ten o'clock, Wildwood," said
Marco. "Miss Starr has some word for you."
Andy simply said "Thank you," but his hopes rose tremendously. He
accompanied Marco to the big eating tent and at the man's invitation had
breakfast. The food was good and everything was scrupulously clean.
Marco got a big tin tray, and he and Andy carried a double breakfast to
Billy Blow's tent.
The clown had got rested up and was bright and chipper, for little Midge
seemed on the mend, and was as lively as a cricket. The little fellow
ate a hearty meal, and then expressed a wish for an airing. Marco
borrowed one of the wagons used by some performing goats, and Andy rode
Midge around the grounds for half-an-hour.
At about eight o'clock Andy went to the principal street of the town. He
bought himself a new shirt and a cap. Going back to the clown's tent he
washed up, and made himself generally tidy and presentable for the
coming interview at the Empire Hotel.
Andy had a full hour to spare before the time set for that event
arrived. He took a stroll about the circus grounds, meeting jolly old
Hans Snitzellbaum, and Benares and his partner, Thacher.
His part taken in the impromptu arenic performance of the evening
previous had become generally known. Andy was pointed out to the
watchmen and others, and no one hindered him going about as he chose.
Andy viewed another phase of show detail now. It was the picturesque
part, the family side of circus daily life.
He saw women busy at fancy work or sewing, their children playing with
the ring ponies or petting the cake-walking horse.
Some of the men were mending their clothes, others were washing out
collars and handkerchiefs. What element of home life there was in the
circus experience Andy witnessed in his brief stroll.
He was on time to the minute at the Empire Hotel. A bell-boy showed him
up to the ladies' parlor on the second floor.
Miss Stella Starr was listening to some members of the circus minstrel
show trying over some new airs on the piano.
The moment she saw him she came forward with hand extended and a welcome
smile on her kindly face.
She made Andy feel at home at once. She insisted on hearing all the
details of his experience since the evening he had saved her from
disaster during the wind storm.
"I think now just as I thought night before last, Andy," she said
finally. "You do not owe much of duty to that aunt of yours. I think I
would fight pretty hard to get away, in your place, with the reform
school staring me in the face. Well, Andy, I have spoken to
Mr. Harding."
"Can--can I join?" asked Andy, with a good deal of anxiety.
"Yes, Andy. I had a long talk with him about you, and--here he is now."
A brisk-moving, keen-faced man of about fifty entered the parlor just
then.
"Mr. Harding, this is the boy, Andy Wildwood, I told you about," said
Miss Starr.
"Oh, indeed?" observed the showman, looking Andy all over with one
swift, comprehensive glance. "They tell me you can do stunts,
young man?"
"Oh, a little--on the bar and tumbling," said Andy.
"Well, I suppose you don't expect to star it for awhile," said Harding.
"You must begin at the bottom, you know."
"I want to, sir."
"Very good. I will give you a card to the manager. He will make you
useful in a general way until we have our two days' rest at Tipton, I'll
look you up then, and see if you've got any ring stuff in you."
Andy took the card tendered by the showman after the latter had written
a few words on it in pencil.
Andy made his best bow to Miss Starr. He was delighted and fluttered. He
showed it so much that the showman was pleased out of the common.
"Come back a minute," he called out. "My boy," he continued, placing a
friendly hand on Andy's shoulder, "you have made a good start with us in
that Benares matter. Keep on the right side always, and you will
succeed. Never swear, quarrel or gamble. Assist our patrons, and be
civil and obliging on all occasions. The circus is a grand centre of
fraternal good will, properly managed, and the right circus stands for
health, happiness, virtue and vigor. Its motto should be courage,
ambition and energy, governed by honest purpose and tempered by
humanity. I don't want to lecture, but I am giving you the benefit of
what has cost me twenty years experience and a good many thousands
of dollars."
"Thank you, sir, I shall not forget what you have told me," said Andy.
For all that, Andy's mind was for the present full only of the pomp and
glitter of his new calling. One supreme thought made his heart bubble
over with joy:
At last he had reached the goal of his fondest wishes. Andy Wildwood had
"joined the circus."