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try it, though, if I had something below to catch me," added the
lad, critically surveying the figures on the poster before them.

"How'd you like to be a circus man, Phil?"

Phil's dark eyes glowed with a new light, his slender figure
straightening until the lad appeared fully half a head taller.

"More than anything else in the world," he breathed. "Would
you?"

"Going to be," nodded Teddy decisively, as if the matter were
already settled.

"Oh, you are, eh?"

"Uh-huh!"

"When?"

"I don't know. Someday--someday when I get old enough, maybe."

Phil Forrest surveyed his companion with a half critical smile on
his face.

"What are you going to do--be a trapeze performer or what?"

"Well," reflected the lad wisely, "maybe I shall be an 'Or What.'
I'm not sure. Sometimes I think I should like to be the fellow
who cracks the whip with the long lash and makes the clowns hop
around on one foot--"

"You mean the ringmaster?"

"I guess that's the fellow. He makes 'em all get around lively.
Then, sometimes, I think I would rather be a clown. I can skin a
cat on the flying rings to beat the band, now. What would you
rather be, Phil?"

"Me? Oh, something up in the air--high up near the peak of the
tent--something thrilling that would make the people sit up on
the board seats and gasp, when, all dressed in pink and spangles,
I'd go flying through the air--"

"Just like a bird?" questioned Teddy, with a rising inflection in
his voice.

"Yes. That's what I'd like most to do, Teddy," concluded the
lad, his face flushed with the thought of the triumphs that might
be his.