dollar, if I could," averred the irrepressible Teddy Tucker.

"They get a good many more dollars than that, Teddy. I've heard
that some of them get all of twenty-five or thirty dollars a
week."

Phil's companion whistled.

The next act was a bareback riding exhibition, by a pretty,
graceful young woman whom the ringmaster introduced as
Mademoiselle Mora.

At the crack of the whip she sprang lightly to the back of the
gray old ring horse and began a series of feats that made the
boys sit forward in their seats.

At the conclusion of the act Mademoiselle Mora ran out to the
edge of the ring, and blowing a kiss at the blushing Phil,
tripped away on fairy feet for the dressing tent.

"Did you see her? She bowed to me?" exclaimed Teddy
enthusiastically.

"Guess she didn't see you at all, young man," replied Mrs. Cahill
dryly. "There's others in the tent besides you, even if the
ringmaster did crack his whip in your face and just miss your
nose."

A clown came out and sang a song about a boy who had rescued a
beautiful young woman from a runaway horse and got kidnaped by an