FACING THE ENEMY
The young acrobat stared hard at Luke Belding. He wondered if the embryo
lion tamer was crazy--or had he not heard him aright?
Instantly Andy's mind ran back to the encounter with Jim Tapp on the
streets of Tipton the evening previous.
This made the second time, then, within twenty-four hours that an
allusion had been made to the fact that he was "an heir."
Andy knew of no reason why a sudden mystery should come into his life.
The coincidence of the double reference to the same thing, however,
namely, an alleged heirship, struck him as peculiar.
"Heir," he spoke in a bewildered tone--"me an heir?"
"Yes," said Luke.
"Heir to what?"
"Why--oh, something, I don't know what. But the thing you're heir to is
there."
"Where?" persisted Andy.
"I don't know that, either--Fairview, I reckon."
"Nonsense. I've got nothing at Fairview excepting a lot of debts. I wish
you'd explain yourself, Luke. There can't be anything to your absurd
statement."
"Can't there?" cried Luke excitedly. "Well, you just listen and see--"
"Oh, Wildwood--been looking for you," interrupted some one, just there.
Andy looked up to recognize Marco. The latter nodded to Luke, and
proceeded to lead Andy away with him.
"Hold on," demurred Luke.
"You'll have to excuse your friend just now," said Marco. "Very
important, Wildwood," he added.
"What is it, Mr. Marco?" inquired Andy.
Marco showed two folded sheets of writing paper in his hand.
"Your contract with the circus," he explained. "There's a bad hitch in
this business. Hope to straighten it out, but we'll have to get right at
it. Come to Billy Blow's tent. I want to have a private talk with you."
Andy traced a seriousness in Marco's manner that oppressed him.
Instantly all his mind was fixed on the matter of the contracts.
"I'll see you a little later, Luke," he said to his young friend.
"All right," nodded Luke. "I've got a good deal to tell you. But it will
keep."
When they reached the clown's tent Marco sat down on the bench beside
Andy.
"Business, Wildwood," he spoke, briskly tapping the papers in his hand.
"I wanted to get you fixed right, and started right in to get a contract
from Mr. Scripps."
"Is that it?" asked Andy.
"Yes, and favorable in every way--your end of it, and the circus end is
all right. But there's another end. That is it. I reckon you'd better
get the gist of the trouble by reading it over."
Marco separated one of the written sheets and passed it to Andy.
"Oh, dear!" cried the latter in dismay the moment his eyes had taken in
the general subject matter of the screed before him. "That settles it."
Andy's face ran quickly from consternation to utter gloom.
The document before him was a legally-worded affair awaiting a
signature. It stated that "Miss Lavinia Talcott, guardian relative of
Andrew Wildwood, minor, hereby agreed to hold the circus management free
from any blame, damage or indemnity in case of accident to the said
Andrew Wildwood, this day and date a contracted employee of said circus
management."
"She'll never sign it!" cried Andy positively. "How did they come to
bring her name into this business, anyhow?"
"Hold hard. Don't get excited, Wildwood," advised Marco. "Business is
business, even if it is unpleasant sometimes. You've got the facts.
Don't grumble at them. Let's see how we can remedy things."
"They can't be remedied," declared Andy forcibly. "Why, Mr. Marco, I
wouldn't meet my aunt for a hundred dollars, and I couldn't get her to
sign any such a paper if it meant a thousand dollars to me."
Marco stroked his chin thoughtfully and in perplexity.
"Then the jig's up," he announced definitely. "You see, Wildwood, we've
had all kinds of trouble--suits, judgments, injunctions--along of
fellows getting hurt in the show. One man lost an ear in the
knife-throwing act. He recovered two thousand dollars damages. Another
sprained an ankle. Had to pay him eight dollars a week for six months.
Now they put the clause in the contract holding the circus harmless in
such matters. Where it's a minor, they insist further that parent or
guardian also sign off all claims."
"But I have neither," said Andy. "Miss Lavinia is only a half-aunt."
"Well, Miss Starr explained just how matters stood to Mr. Scripps. He
hasn't got time to quibble over your aunt. Her signature fixes
it--otherwise you're left out in the cold."
Andy was never so dispirited in all his life. He sat dumb and wretched,
like a person suddenly finding his house collapsed all about him, and
himself in the midst of its ruins.
"Look here, Wildwood," said Marco kindly, arising after a reflective
pause, "you think this thing over. You're a pretty smart young fellow,
and you'll disappoint me a good deal if you don't find some way out of
this dilemma."
Andy shook his head doubtfully. He sat dejected and crestfallen for a
full hour. Then he left the circus grounds, evading friends and
acquaintances purposely. He went away from the town, reached meadows and
woods, and finally threw himself down under a great sheltering tree.
Andy thought hard. There was certainly a check to his show career unless
he secured the sanction and cooperation of his aunt.
Judging from existing circumstances, Andy utterly despaired of moving
his unlovable, stubborn-minded relative towards any action that would
favor him. Especially was this true after he had defied her authority
and run away from home.
"If Mr. Harding's circus won't take me without this restriction, why
should any other show?" mused Andy. "Oh, dear! Just as things looked so
bright and hopeful, to have this happen--"
The boy gulped, trying hard to keep back the tears of vexation and
disappointment. Then he became indignant. He got actually mad as he
decided that he was a victim of rank injustice.
He arose under the spur of violent varied emotions, pacing the spot
excitedly, wrestling with the problem that threatened to destroy all his
fond youthful ambitions.
Gradually his mind cleared. Gradually, too, a better balance came to his
thoughts. He went logically and seriously over the situation.
Daylight was just going as Andy arrived at a heroic decision.
"There's only one way," he said slowly and firmly. "It looks hopeless,
but I'm going to try. Yes, make or break, I'm going to face Aunt
Lavinia boldly."
Andy Wildwood started in the direction of Tipton.