elephant. The song made a hit, for most of the audience
understood that it referred to Phil Forrest.

And so the performance went on, with a glitter and a crash, a
haze of yellow dust hanging like a golden cloud in the afternoon
sun, over spectators and performers alike.

"Hello, there's Rod!" exclaimed Teddy.

"Who?"

"Rod. The red-haired kid we saw this morning, only his hair is
black now. He's covered up his own looks so he won't set the
tent on fire."

"Oh, you mean Rodney Palmer? Yes, I guess that is he."

"See, they're pulling him up on a rope. I wonder where he is
going?"

"To those flying rings," explained Phil. "And there is a young
woman going up, too."

One after another was pulled up, until a troupe of four had
ascended and swung off to the rings that were suspended far up
there in the haze.

Both Phil and Teddy were more than ordinarily interested in this
act, for they were no mean performers on the rings themselves. In
the schoolyard an apparatus had been rigged with flying rings,