ith him, will I?
I like him all right, but--but we're not-kind of, we're not yet well
acquainted yet."

Mr. Costello said, "You will ride on the seat outside, as his triumphant
conqueror. You will out rival the gladiators of ancient Rome. You will
listen to the plaudits of the multitude. Are you able to look fierce? Just
a little fiery? Just a little suggestion of fearless courage and intrepid
power in your eyes? Something like _this_." Oh boy, he gave me a look that
nearly knocked me over.

Harry said, "Try it, Roy."

I looked as fierce as I could, and all the fellows broke out laughing.

"That will be fine," Mr. Costello said; "just a little glance of the eye to
strike terror as you look from left to right. Our advance agent will do the
rest. There is not much time, but he will see that the people are advised
of their opportunity. The boys of Kingston will thrill with pride and
glory. Step up to the seat, my young friend." I said, "I don't believe I
can look fierce enough, honest I don't."

Harry Donnelle was just sitting there on the fence laughing so hard I
thought he'd fall off.

All of the fellows began guying me and saying I was a fool to be scared and
that they wished they had the chance. But gee whiz, I was never part of a
circus before, and I didn't want to sit way up on the top of that fancy
wagon and just look fierce. I bet you wouldn't, either.

Pretty soon we were driving away and Mr. Costello looked awful big sitting
there beside me. He kept cracking his whip all the time.

"So long, see you at the parade!", the fellows shouted.

"Don't get nervous," Harry called.

"I should worry," I called back; "I don't care what becomes of me now."

They had big red shutters with gold designs to cover up the cage so no one
could see Marshal Foch, and the keeper sat on the step in back. Oh boy,
how that Mr. Costello did drive; and lie could crack the whip so it sounded
like a rifle going off.

Pretty soon we came pell-mell into Kingston and I could see the circus
posters in all the store windows and on the fences. The pictures of Mr.
Costello looked just like him, kind of brave and bold like, and he always
had a whip in his hand. I guess he slept with that whip under his pillow,
hey?

While we were passing along one of the streets, a half a dozen scouts
shouted to me and I gave them the scout salute.

Mr. Costello said, "Those intrepid young gentlemen will be proud of their
young comrade; the whole cit