dozen different grips so that he could handle him in any attitude. They planned situations that would catch the crowd when the flaring lights, the ring costume, and the unexpectedness of the turn would lend all their aid. Hugh had suggestions of his own, born of many nights of watching: the two men listened gravely, knowing the value of observation from the spectators' side of the ring, and agreed that there was sense in some of them.
"But you'11 want a heap of practice," Jeff said. "Once the crowd realize that you're not just one of them, they'11 expect smart work, an' you've to see that they get it. I could do a heap with you if only I had time—and the chance. If you'd work, that is."
"Oh, I would, Jeff, I'd work like fury!"
"Well, just you keep your head when the Boss comes, an' don't muff things. Forget he's there."
"Not so easy," said Hugh, anxiously.
"Yes, it is, if you remember what I told you at the start—that the Circus is all that counts. You just hang on to that; think that you're doin' your best for the Circus, an' you won't have time to think of the Boss or any one else. And enjoy yourself—go through it as if it was a lark, like Nita does."
"Huh! He's her father."
"He isn't, when she's in the ring. He's the Owner, same as he is to every one else. The Boss wouldn't stand slipshod work, even from Nita."
"He wouldn't. You've got a bit of sense, my lad."
It was Big Dan. They jumped. He had come among