"Thank you so much," beamed the Circus Boy, handing over the
letter to the farmer, accompanied by the pass and order for
the arena box at the circus. "It is a pleasure to meet a man
like you. I come from a country town myself, and have worked
some on my uncle's farm."

"You with the circus, eh?"

"Yes, sir."

"Looks to me like you was a pretty young fellow to be a
circus man."

"Oh no, not very. I belong back with the show. I am a
performer, you know. I am out with the advertising car to learn
the business."

"A performer?" wondered the farmer, looking over the trim figure
and bright boyish face. "What do you perform?"

"I perform on the flying trapeze and do a bareback riding act."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do you know, young fellow, I never got such a close squint at a
circus fellow before in my life. But, come to size you up, I
reckon you can do all them things you've been telling me about.