Part 36 (1/2)

CHAPTER XX

DISASTER BEFALLS THE FAT LADY

”Help, help! Oh, help!”

”Coming,” shouted Teddy Tucker, leaping from the platform of the sleeping car where he had been lounging in the morning sun.

The Fattest Woman on Earth was midway down the steep railroad embankment with the treacherous cinders slowly giving way beneath her feet, threatening every second to hurl her to the bottom of the embankment and into the muddy waters of a swollen stream that had topped its banks as the result of the storm that had disturbed the circus so much.

The Sparling shows did not succeed in getting fully away from the island until the middle of the day following the events just narrated.

This made it necessary to skip the next stand, so the show ran past that place, intent on making St. Charles, Louisiana, sometime that night.

The train had been flagged on account of a washout some distance ahead, and while it was lying on the main track many of the show people took the opportunity to drop off and gather flowers out in the fields near the tracks.

The Fat Woman was one of these. She had found it a comparatively easy thing to slide down the bank further up the tracks, after finding a spot where she could do so without danger of going right on into the creek below.

But the return journey was a different matter. She had succeeded in making her way halfway up the bank when, finding herself slipping backward she uttered her appeal for help.

”Stick your heels in and hold to it. I'll be there in a minute,”

shouted Teddy, doing an imitation of shooting the chutes down the embankment, digging in his own heels just in time to save himself from a ducking in the stream.

”There goes that Tucker boy, headed for more trouble,” nodded a clown. ”Watch him if you want to see some fun. Fat Marie is in trouble already, and she's going to get into more in about a minute.”

Teddy picked himself up, and, running up behind the Fat Woman, braced his hands against her ample waist and began to push.

”Start your feet! Start your feet! Make motions as if you were walking!” shouted Teddy.

Marie did not move.

”Oh, help!” she murmured. ”Help, help!”

”Go on. Go on! Do you think I can stay in this position all day, holding up your five hundred pounds? My feet are slipping back already. I'm treading water faster'n a race horse can run right this minute.”

”I guess he's started something for himself all right,” jeered the clown. ”Told you so. Hey, there goes the whistle!

The train will be starting. We'd better be making for the sleeper.”

All hands sought a more suitable climbing place, hurried up the railroad embankment and ran for the train. A crowd gathered on the rear platform, where they jeered at Tucker and his burden.

”Come--come down here and help us out,” howled Teddy.

”You--you're a nice bunch, to run away when a lady is in trouble!

Come down here, I say.”

Just then the train started.

Phil, at that moment, was up forward in Mr. Sparling's car, else he would have tried to stop the train; or, failing to do that, he would have gone to his companion's a.s.sistance.

By this time Teddy had turned and was bracing his back against the Fat Woman, his heels digging into the s.h.i.+fting cinders in a desperate attempt to prevent the woman's slipping further down.

”You'll have to do something. I'm no Samson. I can't hold the world on my back all the time, though I can support a piece of it part of the time. Do something!”