Part 20 (1/2)

Kit imitated Antonio rather slowly and awkwardly at first, but rapidly showed improvement.

”You'll soon learn,” said Antonio. ”Now let me show you something else.”

This something else was a succession of somersaults, made in the most rapid manner.

Kit tried this also, slowly at first, as before, but proving a rapid learner.

”In the course of three or four days you will be able to do it in public,” said Alonzo.

”When do you advise me to make my first appearance?” asked Kit.

”To-night, in our first act.”

”But shall I be ready?”

”You'll do. We may as well make a beginning.”

”I wish I could see you, Kit,” said William.

”Can't you?”

”I was going to the afternoon performance. It would make me too late home if I stayed in the evening.”

”Won't there be some people over from Oakford that you can ride back with?”

”I didn't think of that. Yes, John Woods told me that his father was coming, and would bring him along. I could ride home with them.”

”Good! then you'd better stay.”

”Perhaps I'd better go over and buy a ticket.”

But to William's satisfaction he was given free admission as a friend of Kit. Not only that, but he was invited to take dinner and supper at the circus table. In fact, he was treated with distinguished consideration.

”Kit,” he said, ”I was in luck to meet you.”

”And it was lucky for me that I met you. I shouldn't like to have met Aaron Bickford single handed.”

”I wish old Bickford would come to the circus to-night. Wouldn't he be surprised to see you performing in tights?”

”I think it would rather take him by surprise,” said Kit, smiling.

Kit and William occupied seats at the afternoon performance as spectators, it having been arranged that Kit's _debut_ should be made in the evening. Our hero regarded the different acts with unusual interest, and his heart beat a little quicker when he heard the applause elicited by the performances of the Vincenti brothers, for he had already begun to consider himself one of them.

When the performance was over, and the audience was dispersing, Kit felt a hand laid upon his shoulder.

He turned and his glance rested upon a man of about forty, with a grave, serious expression. He was puzzled, for it was not a face that he remembered to have ever seen before.

”You don't know me?” said the stranger.