The Circus Boys on the Flying Rings : or, Making the Start in the Sawdust Life by Edgar B. P. Darlington
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At that moment the supposed young woman stripped her blonde wig from her head, revealing the fact that the supposed girl was no girl at all. It was a boy, and that boy was Phil Forrest. Emperor, holding his young friend at full length ahead of him, started rapidly for his quarters, Phil lying half on his side, appearing to be floating on the air, save for the black trunk that held him securely in its grip. At this the audience fairly howled in its surprise and delight, but Phil never varied his pose by a hair's breadth until Emperor finally set him down, flushed and triumphant, in the menagerie tent. At that moment Phil became conscious of a figure running toward him. He discovered at once that it was Mr. Sparling. Grasping both the lad's hands, the showman wrung them until it seemed to Phil as if his arms would be wrenched from their sockets. "Great, great, great!" cried the owner of the show. "Did you like it?" questioned the blushing Phil. "Like it? Like it? Boy, it's the greatest act I ever saw. It's a winner. Come back with me." |
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