and you never will have to unlearn what you get. That's my
advice.
I'm going to set him at a gallop now. Stand straight and lean
back
a little."

The ring horse moved off at a slow, methodical gallop.

Phil promptly fell off, landing outside the ring, from where he
picked himself up rather crestfallen.

"Never mind. You'll learn. You are doing splendidly,"
encouraged Dimples, assisting him to mount again. "There's the
press agent, Mr. Dexter, watching you. Now do your prettiest.
Do you know him?"

"No; I have not met him. He's the fellow that Teddy says blows
up his words with a bicycle pump."

"That's fine. I shall have to tell him that. Remember, you
always want to keep good friends with the press agent. He's the
man who makes or unmakes you after you have passed the eagle eyes
of the proprietor," Dimples laughed. "From what I hear I guess
you stand pretty high with Mr. Sparling."

"I try to do what is right--do the best I know how."

She nodded, clucking to the gray and Phil stopped talking at
once, for he was fully occupied in sticking to the horse,
over whose back he sprawled every now and then in the most