"What, into the ring?"

"Yes."

"But what shall I do?"

"You don't have to do anything. You've done it already. Show
yourself, that's all. Hurry! Don't you hear them howling like a
band of Comanche Indians?"

"Y-yes."

"They want you."

By this time Mr. Sparling was fairly dragging Phil along with
him. As they entered the big top the cheering broke out afresh.

Phil was more disturbed than ever before in his life. It seemed
as though his legs would collapse under him.

"Buck up! Buck up!" snapped the showman. "You are not going to
get an attack of stage fright at this late hour, are you?"

That was exactly what was the matter with Phil Forrest. He was
nearly scared out of his wits, but he did not realize the nature
of his affliction.

"Bow and kiss your hand to them," admonished the showman.