've settled them."
"All the same I'm going to be on the watch," declared the treasurer.
The city where the circus showed the following day and night was a large
one. A new automobile industry employing many hands had located there
within the last six months. It was decided to make a stay of two days in
this place, since the advance agent reported that many of the men worked
overtime and nights, and otherwise they could not see the performance.
"Well, I'm glad we're to be here two days," remarked Helen, as she
passed Joe's private quarters, where he was going over some of his
apparatus, costumes, and effects.
"Yes, we'll have a good night's rest," he agreed, though, truth to tell,
the circus folk were so used to traveling that the train journey almost
every night did not bother them. Still they always welcomed a stay in a
city over night.
"You seem busy," remarked Helen, as she sat down on a box and watched
Joe.
"Yes, I'm going to introduce a little novelty in the slide down the
slanting wire," he answered. "I'm going to work in a fire stunt."
"A fire stunt!" exclaimed Helen. "Surely you aren't going to--"
"Oh, it won't be dangerous!" Joe assured her, guessing her thoughts.
Helen had learned that the jump into Benny's tank the first time was due
to an accident. "It's just a bit spectacular and will liven things up a
bit, I think. If it goes well I have an idea you can work one of the
features in your bareback act."
"Oh, Joe, I never could walk a wire, nor slide down on my head, the way
you do. And I don't see how Rosebud could, either." And Helen gave a
merry little laugh at the vision she raised.
"Oh, I'm not going to have your horse walk the tight rope nor the high
wire!" laughed Joe. "It would be a corking good stunt if we could,
though. No, this is simpler. I'll tell you about it later."
Mrs. Watson, wife of the veteran clown, called for Helen just then,
asking her to go to see one of the women performers who was ill.
"I'll see you later, Joe," Helen called out, as she left him.
Joe was busy mixing up some chemicals in a pail on the ground outside
his tent when he was accosted by a rather hoarse voice asking:
"Any chance for a job here, boss?" Joe looked up to see a somewhat
disreputable figure of a man observing him. The fellow looked like the
typical tramp, perhaps not quite so ragged and dirty, but still in that
class. However, there was something about the man that attracted Joe's
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