as a ramrod: can't get a thing out of him. But I believe I could make something of you. I'll have a word to the Boss."
"Best go steady," Jeff warned. "Didn't Mrs. Peterson teil me to keep you out of the Boss's sight, Hugh?"
The boy's face feil. He nodded.
"What's the trouble?"
"He's cross, 'cause my father asked him to take me with him. He doesn't want me."
"Oh, that's how the land lies, is it?" asked Joey. "Well, you leave it to me. I'll watch my chance. I'll put in a good word for you, anyhow, kid: he's sure to want to know what all the row was about, an' I'll teil him you acted up like a good 'un."
"But I didn't!" Hugh said.
"Don't you never let on you didn't," warned Joey, solemnly. "That's where the acting comes in. And don't you forget that when once you've joined a Circus, life's one long act: an' you got to think up laughs when you feel most like cryin'. Well, here we are at the pitch."
The procession had halted. The pitch was a vacant corner just outside the town, and the experienced eyes of the men told them that careful planning would be needed to make the Circus fit into it. They heard Big Dan shouting, and saw men jumping from the vehicles. He was near them in a moment.
"Tumble off! The place looks as if it had been used as a rubbish-pile. Scatter over it and piek up broken glass. Lively, now!"