Part 13 (1/2)

”Yanker didel doodle down, Didel, dudel lanter, Yankee viver, voover vown, Botermilk und tanther”

”Poor Zoraya!” reeted his vocal effort And his associates looked down fro in wonder upon the cloas bowing so low that, each tiain his equilibriuh the net head first Hurry!”

panted a belated clown, running by to his station

”Boy hurt, too”

”Told you so!” grumbled Teddy

But shi+vers did not flinch, and, as he neared the reserved seats on the grandstand, his voice again rang out, this ti:

”Yankee doodle, keep it up, Yankee doodle, dandy; Mind the music and the step, And with your feet be handy”

Never had the show people seen shi+vers so uproariously funny

Under the spell of his ic scene that they had just witnessed

Teddy, however, noticed little dark trenches that had ploughed their courses down through the makeup of the clown's cheeks from his eyes Teddy knew that tears had caused those furrows

As shi+vers looked down the long, grassy stretch ahead of him, that he still oal seelance toward the crimson curtains that shut off the view of the paddock and the dressing tents, vaguely wondering what lay beyond for him and for little Zoraya Then shi+vers set his jaws hard, plunging into a s and somersaults, each of which sent hily endless way

”Here, here, what are you trying to do?” gasped Tucker, unable to keep up with the clown's rapid progress by doing the sa He could keep up in no other way

At last shi+vers reached the end With atent And how he did run!

Such sprinting never had been seen in the big show, even betweenthe Roht shi+vers' toes He fell forward, but cleverly landed on his shoulders and the back of his neck, bouncing up like a rubber h the cri hi fallen over the same rope

Stretched out on a piece of canvas in the dressing tent, her head slightly elevated on a saddle pad, they found Zoraya, her pallor showing even through the roughly laid onhis head in his hands, for he had received quite a severe shock

”If she regains consciousness soon she eon ”If not--”

”No, no!” protested the white-faced clown, dropping on his knees by the side of the child, folding Zoraya tenderly in his arms

”She must not die! She cannot die!”

His jaunty baker's cap tilted off and fell upon her tinseled breast, while groups of curious, sorrowful painted faces pressed about them in silent sympathy

Teddy crushed his white cap between his hands twisting it nervously

”She isn't hurt Can't you see? Look, she is seon shook his head sadly, and shi+vers buried his head on Zoraya's shoulder, pressing his painted cheek close to hers, while the dull roar of the circus, off under the big top, drifted to the of a distant cataract

An impressive silence hovered over the scene, which was broken, at last, by the quiet voice of the circus surgeon