Painted clowns were keeping the audience in a roar by their funny leaps from the springboard to the mat, while the supple acrobats were doing doubles and singles through the air, landing gracefully on the mat as a round off.
The showman's first inquiring look was in search of Teddy Tucker.He soon made the lad out.Teddy was made up as a fat boy with a low, narrow-brimmed hat perched jauntily on one side of his head.There was drollery in Teddy's every movement.His natural clownish movements were sufficient to excite the laughter of the spectators without any attempt on his part to be funny, while the lad kept up a constant flow of criticism of his companions in the act.
But they had grown to know Teddy better, by this time, and none took his taunts seriously.
"That boy can leap, after all," muttered Mr.Sparling."I thought he would tumble around and make some fun for the audience, but I hadn't the least idea he could do a turn.Why, he's the funniest one in the bunch."Teddy was doing funny twists in the air as he threw a somersault at that moment.In his enthusiasm he overshot the mat, and had there not been a performer handy to catch him, the lad might have been seriously hurt.
Mr.Sparling shook his head.
"Lucky if he doesn't break his neck! But that kind seldom do," the owner said out loud.
Now the helpers were bringing the elephants up.Two were placed in front of the springboard and over these a stream of gaudily attired clowns dived, doing a turn in the air as they passed.Teddy was among the number.
Three elephants were lined up, then a fourth and a fifth.
"I hope he isn't going to try that," growled Mr.Sparling, noting that the lad was waiting his turn to get up on the springboard."Not many of them can get away with that number.I suppose I ought to go over and stop the boy.But I guess he won't try to jump them.He'll probably walk across their backs, the same as he has seen the other clowns do."Teddy, however, had a different plan in mind.He had espied Mr.Sparling looking at him from across the tent, and he proposed to let the owner see what he really could do.
For a moment the lad poised at the top of the springboard, critically measuring the distance across the backs of the assembled elephants.
"Go on, go on!" commanded the director."Do you think this show can wait on your motion all day? Jump, or get off the board!""Say, who's doing this you or I?" demanded Teddy in well-feigned indignation, and in a voice that was audible pretty much all over the tent.
This drew a loud laugh from the spectators, who were now in a frame of mind to laugh at anything the Fat Boy did.
"It doesn't look as if anyone were doing anything.Somebody will be in a minute, if I hear any more of your talk," snapped the director."Are you going to jump, or are you going to get off the board?""Well," shouted Teddy, "confidentially now, mind you.Come over here.I want to talk to you.Confidentially, you know.I'm going to jump, if you'll stop asking questions long enough for me to get away."Amid a roar of laughter from spectators, and broad grins on the part of the performers, Teddy took a running start and shot up into the air.
"He's turning too quick," snapped Mr.Sparling.
Teddy, however, evidently knew what he was about.Turning a beautiful somersault, he launched into a second one with the confidence of a veteran.All the circus people in the big top expected to see the lad break his neck.Instead, however, Tucker landed lightly and easily on hisfeet while the spectators shouted their approval.But instead of landing on the mat as he thought he was doing, Teddy was standing on the back of the last elephant in the line.
His double somersault had made him dizzy and the boy did not realize that he had not yet reached the mat on the ground.Bowing and smiling to the audience, the Fat Boy started to walk away.
Then Teddy fell off, landing in a heap on the hard ground.He rose, aching, but the onlookers on the boards took it all as a funny finish, and gleefully roared their appreciation.
