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ance of a genuine escape. They dodged each other backwards and forwards, Big Dan watching with a benevolent smile that cloaked his inward anxiety. The crowd loved it: they cheered every movement of the curly-haired member of the audience who was proving himself a match for the big clown. Hugh was laughing as he dodged: a quick run took him behind Joey, and he slipped between his legs, taking refuge behind Big Dan. Then he saw the elephants coming in, and knew that he must allow himself to be caught. He managed it neatly, and Joey swung him up astride his shoulders, holding his feet.

"Oh, Fader, you is restless!" he observed reproachfully. "You sit quiet, now, or I'll let Jumbo eat you!"

Hugh "sat quiet," laughing. It was a real laugh now of utter happiness. He knew they had saved the situation: he had not failed Joey or the Circus. He was wildly excited—whatever Joey did now, he feit he could follow his lead. The crowd chattered. A few shrewd people said, "Why, he's one of them"; then a woman uttered loudly, "Oh, the dear little fellow—they ought to let him come back!"—which delighted the ring. Joey turned his infantile gaze on the speaker and remarked, "Let my Fader go back, ma'am?—never!" Under cover of the roar that followed he ran in terror from the elephants, Hugh holding by his ears.

There was always a little clowning with the elephants at the end of their act. Hugh knew every detail of it, and the "bulls" were his friends. He planned the situation in whispers with Joey under cover of the performance: it