"No—got no use for it. There wasn't any chance of a job, except a hand's. An' I wanted to be with a circus."
"H'm," Big Dan pondered. "Could you teach the boy all you know?"
"Oh, rather. He's as keen as mustard. But if you don't mind my saying it, sir, he's too hard-worked. He's everybody's roustabout, an' he does things far too hard for his muscles. They'11 have to ease off on him if he's to be fresh for the show at night."
"His job as roustabout is over. I'll teil Mr. Crowe. Mind you, no turning his head, thinking he's a star. We'11 see what a month's training does for him. About you—you're on Carl's lorry?"
"Yes, sir: an' if you don't mind I'd like to keep Hugh there. Micky an' Carl like him, an' they're good for him. Micky's helped train him, too. It's—well, sort of peaceful on our lorry."
"I see. Well, keep him: but I'll teil Mr. Crowe to alter your work, so you'11 get time to train him. What about his riding?"
Jeff's face was suddenly eager.
"He's mad keen, sir. I believe he can ride. He looks at that pony that used to belong to him as if he was a baby he'd lost. Could I try him some morning?" He hesitated, then took courage. "Hugh's a good kid, sir, an' he's had a pretty stiff time."
"There's no sense in coddling a boy, and a stiff time's what he needs at first. If he comes through that, well,it shows he's got stuff in him."