Phil nodded.

"I don't like to be thanked. It makes me feel--well, awkward,
I guess. You froze, didn't you?"

"I did," and Dimples laughed merrily.

"What made you do so--the horse?"

"Yes. I thought he was going to fall all the way down,
then by the time I remembered where I was I couldn't turn to save
my life. I heard you call to me to do so, but I couldn't.
But let's talk about you. You hurt your back, didn't you?"

"Nothing to speak of. It will be all right by morning. I'm just
a little lame now. Where were you--what show were you with
last year?"

"The Ringlings."

"The Ringlings?" marveled Phil. "Why, I shouldn't think you
would want to leave a big show like that for a little one such
as this?"

"It's the price, my dear boy. I get more money here, and I'm
a star here. In the big shows one is just a little part of a
big organization. There's nothing like the small shows for
comfort and good fellowship. Don't you think so?"

"I don't know," admitted Phil. "This is the only show I have