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"O-oh!" said little Mrs. Dan.

"I was a bit afraid I was paying that new tamer more'n the show could stand," said Dan. "But he's worth it. That chap can do anything with the cats. Even old Nabob respects him, and he's the worst-tempered lion I ever set eyes on. There's no doubt, Polly, a good lion act does pay. Queer how these bush chaps like to see anything with a bit of danger to a man in it. Two or three told me today they'd come in twenty miles just because they'd heard about Pazo and his cats—and they stayed for both houses."

"I hate 'em!" said Mrs. Dan, vehemently. "Nasty brutes, I call 'em. Thank goodness you don't go in for that business now, Dan."

"Well—you can't, when you're boss of the show. But I liked it well enough. And if I'd never been a tamer you'd never have had a circus-owner for a husband, old girl." He yawned, hugely. "Jove, I'm tired! Thank goodness we've a lazy Sunday ahead. It's a bit hard on every one to get on the road at the end of a long day, but it's worth it, to have twenty-four hours' quiet before we start again."

"Gives me a chance to do a bit of washing," said Mrs. Dan—"and every other woman. Do you know where you'11 camp, Dan?"

"First chance we get after dawn. I've told Crowe to come back an' wake me whenever he sees a likely-looking place. It'11 have to be a field where we can get water, of course, and it isn't every one that'11 let a Circus in. But