"Pshaw!"

"Yes, sir."

"You will please attend to your own business after this. If the
English Fat Girl gets mired again we will have the elephant
trainer bring over one of the bulls and haul her out. She won't
be so anxious to get stalled after that, I'm thinking," snapped
the showman.

"Yes, sir."

"What act is on now under the big top?"

"The ground tumblers are in the ring, sir."

Mr. Sparling reflected briefly.

"Has Mr. Forrest finished his work for the evening?"

"I think so, sir. He should be off by this time."

"Can you get to the dressing tent without finishing the job of
drowning at which you already have made such a good start?"
demanded the showman quizzically.

"Yes, sir," grinned Bates.

"Then, go there."