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"Here I come!" he called.
He let go the trapeze bar, and made a dive for Sid's dangling legs.
For the fraction of a second Joe thought he was going to miss. But he did not. He caught Sid by the ankles and the three hung there, swinging in mid-air, Tonzo, of course, supporting the dragging weight of the bodies of Joe and Sid. But Tonzo was a giant in his strength.
There was a burst of music, a rattle and boom of drums, as the feat came to a successful and startling finish. Then, as Joe dropped lightly into the life net, turning over in a succession of somersaults, the applause broke out in a roar.
Sid and Tonzo dropped down beside Joe, and the three stood with arms over one another's shoulders, bowing and smiling at the furor they had caused.
"A dandy stunt!" cried Jim Tracy, highly pleased, as he went over to another ring to make an announcement. "Couldn't be better!"
This ended the work of Joe and his partners for the afternoon, the new feat being a climax. They ran out of the tent amid continuous applause, and Joe saw Helen waiting for him.
"Oh, I'm so glad!" she whispered. "So glad!"
It was about a week after this, the show meanwhile having moved on from town to town, that one of the trapeze performers who did a "lone act,"
that is all by himself, was taken ill.
"I'll just s.h.i.+ft you to his place, Joe," said Jim. "You can easily do what he did, and maybe improve on it."
"But what about my Lascalla act?"
"Oh, I'm not going to take you out of that. You'll do the most sensational things with them, but they can have some one else for the ordinary stunts. I want you to have some individual work."
Joe was glad enough for this chance, for it meant more money for him, and also brought him more prominently before the public. But the Lascalla Brothers were not so well pleased. They did not say anything, but Joe was sure they were more jealous of him than before. He was going above them on the circus ladder of success and popularity. But it was none of Joe's planning. His success was merited.
The mail had been distributed one day, and Helen had a letter from the New York lawyers, stating that a member of the firm was coming on to inspect the old Bible and the other original proofs of her ident.i.ty.
"I must tell Joe," she said, and on inquiry learned that he was in the main tent, practising. As she walked past the dressing room which Joe and the Lascalla Brothers used, she saw a strange sight.
Sid and Tonzo were doing something to a trapeze. They had pushed up the outer silk covering of the rope--covering put on for ornamental purposes--and Tonzo was pouring something from a bottle on the hempen strands.
"I wonder what he is doing that for," mused Helen. "Can it be that----"
She got no further in her musing, for she heard Sid speaking, and she listened to what he said.
CHAPTER XII
JUST IN TIME
"This ought to do the business," said Sid.
"Yes," agreed Tonzo, "and not so quickly that it will be noticed, either. It will work slowly, but surely."
"That's what we want," commented the other. "We're in no hurry. Any time inside of a week will do. Now we'll put this away to ripen."
"That's queer," thought Helen, and she pa.s.sed on, for by the movement in the canvas dressing room she thought the men were about to come out, and she did not want them to see her at what they might consider spying on them. "I never heard of ripening a rope before," the girl said.
"But it may be they have to for a trapeze. I'll ask Joe about it. He might fix some of his ropes that way."
Helen went on, anxious to find the young performer, and show him her letter from the lawyer.
"I'll tell Bill Watson, too," Helen decided.
As she expected, both Joe and the old clown were much interested in her news.
"It does really begin to look as though you would come into some money, doesn't it?" Joe said.
"I'm beginning to believe it myself," Helen answered, "though I don't really count on it as yet."
"Yes, it's best to go a little slowly," advised Bill. "Not to count your chickens before they're hatched is a good motto. But this looks like business. I'd like to interview that lawyer when he comes."
"I'll turn him over to you," Helen said with a laugh. "To you and Joe, and you can arrange about getting my money for me. I'll make you two my official advisers."
"I accept with pleasure," Joe answered, with a bow.
"And that reminds me," went on Bill. "I'm going to give you the addresses of some people who might know about your mother's folks in England, Joe. As I told you, they disowned her when she married your father, though there wasn't a finer man going. But he was an American, and that was one thing they had against him, and another was that he was a public performer.
"I think, too, that they rather blamed him for your mother's going into the circus business, Joe. Your mother was always a good horsewoman, so I have understood. She took part in many a fox hunt in England, and in cross-country runs, always coming out in front. And when your father met her he, as I understand it, suggested that, just for fun, she try circus work. She took it up seriously, and Madame Hortense became one of the foremost circus riders of her time. But from then on her name was forgotten by her relatives, and her picture was, so to speak, turned to the wall."
"I wish I could get one of those pictures," said Joe thoughtfully. "I have only a very small one that was in my father's watch. I'd like a large one, for I can't remember, very well, how she looked."
"She was a handsome woman," said the clown. "It may be that you can get a picture of her from England--that is, if they saved one. I'll give you the address of some folks you can write to. It might be well to get a firm of lawyers here to take the matter up for you."
"I believe it would be best," agreed Joe.
"Why not let my lawyers--notice that, _my_," laughed Helen. "Why not let my lawyers act for you, Joe? That is, after we see what sort they are. They seem honest."
"Another good idea!" commented the young performer. "I'll do it. You say one of them is coming to see you?"
"So he says in this letter."
"Does he know where to find you?"
"Yes; I have told him the places where the circus will show for the next two weeks. He can find the place easily enough, and inquire for me. Oh, I'm so anxious to know how rich I'm going to be!"
"I don't blame you," chuckled Bill. "Now, Joe, if I had a pencil and paper I'd give you those addresses I spoke of."
Joe supplied what was needed, and obtained the names of some men and women--circus performers who had been a.s.sociated with his mother. Joe wrote to them, asking the names of his mother's relatives in England, and their addresses.
Helen's attention was so taken up with the affairs of her inheritance that she forgot about the queer actions of Sid and Tonzo until after the performance that night.
Then, as she and Joe were going to the train to take the sleeping cars for the next stop, Helen asked:
"Joe, did you ever hear of ripening trapeze ropes?"
"Ripening trapeze ropes?" he repeated. "No. What do you mean?"