The Circus Boys Across the Continent : or, Winning New Laurels on the Tanbark by Edgar B. P. Darlington
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if that person be falling toward you head first. But Phil
Forrest calculated in a flash how he would do it. That is, he would unless he missed. It all happened in much less time than it takes to tell it, of course, and a moment afterwards one could not have told how it had occurred. The Circus Boy threw both hands under Dimples' outstretched arms with the intention of jerking her down to her feet, then springing from the curbing with her before both should topple over. His plan worked well up to the point of catching her. But instantly upon doing so he realized that she was moving with such speed as to make it impossible for him to retain his balance. Dimples was hurled into his arms with great force, bowling Phil over like a ninepin. Yet, in falling, he did not lose his presence of mind. He hoped fervently that he might be fortunate enough not to strike on a stake, of which there were many on that side of the ring. "Save yourself!" gasped the girl. Instead, Phil held her up above him at arm's length. When he struck it was full on his back, the back of his head coming in contact with the hard ground with such force as to stun him almost to the point of unconsciousness. As he struck he gave |
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