The Circus Boys on the Flying Rings : or, Making the Start in the Sawdust Life by Edgar B. P. Darlington
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The trainer had been forced against the bars at the back of the
cage by the animal, whose length was more than the width of the cage itself. In an unsuspected moment the beast had sprung upon the unfortunate man, and with one sweep of his powerful paw had laid the man low. With a growl of savage joy, the brute settled back against the bars of the cage near which the lads were standing. Women shrieked and men grew pale as they stood helpless to do aught to avert the impending tragedy. Teddy slipped out from under the rope, his face ashen gray. But Phil stood his ground. He felt that he _must_ do something. Then his opportunity came. The beast's great silken tail popped out through the bars against which he was backing. Phil Forrest, without an instant's thought of the danger into which he was placing himself, sprang forward. His hands closed over the tail, which he twisted about his right arm in a flash, at the same time throwing up his feet and bracing them against a wheel of the wagon. No sooner had he done so than Bengal, uttering a frightful roar, whirled. The force of the jerk as the brute turned hurled Phil Forrest against the bars of the cage with a crash, and Bengal's |
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