[Illustration:  At the circus.]

“I heard some men say that it’s against the law to have small boys now; it’s so dangerous and not good for them, this kind of thing.  If that’s so, you’re done for.  Ben,” observed Sam, with his most grown-up air, remembering Ben’s remarks on “fat boys.”

“Don’t believe a word of it, and Sanch and I could go this minute and get taken on, I’ll bet.  We are a valuable couple, and I could prove it if I chose to,” began Ben, getting excited and boastful.

“Oh, see, they’re coming!—­gold carriages and lovely horses, and flags and elephants, and everything!” cried Bab, giving a clutch at Ben’s arm as the opening procession appeared headed by the band, tooting and banging till their faces were as red as their uniforms.

Round and round they went till every one had seen their fill, then the riders alone were left caracoling about the ring with feathers flying, horses prancing, and performers looking as tired and indifferent as if they would all like to go to sleep then and there.

“How splendid!” sighed Bab, as they went dashing out, to tumble off almost before the horses stopped.

“That’s nothing!  You wait till you see the bare-back riding and the ‘acrobatic exercises,’” said Ben, quoting from the play-bill, with the air of one who knew all about the feats to come, and could never be surprised any more.

“What are ‘crowbackic exercises?’” asked Billy, thirsting for information.

“Leaping and climbing and tumbling; you’ll see—­George! what a stunning horse!” and Ben forgot everything else to feast his eyes on the handsome creature who now came pacing in to dance, upset and replace chairs, kneel, bow, and perform many wonderful or graceful feats, ending with a swift gallop while the rider sat in a chair on its back fanning himself, with his legs crossed, as comfortably as you please.

“That, now, is something like,” and Ben’s eyes shone with admiration and envy as the pair vanished, and the pink and silver acrobats came leaping into the ring.

The boys were especially interested in this part, and well they might be; for strength and agility are manly attributes which lads appreciate, and these lively fellows flew about like India rubber balls, each trying to outdo the other, till the leader of the acrobats capped the climax by turning a double somersault over five elephants standing side by side.

“There, sir, how’s that for a jump?” asked Ben, rubbing his hands with satisfaction as his friends clapped till their palms tingled.

“We’ll rig up a spring-board and try it,” said Billy, fired with emulation.

“Where’ll you get your elephants?” asked Sam, scornfully, for gymnastics were not in his line.

“You’ll do for one,” retorted Ben, and Billy and Bab joined in his laugh so heartily that a rough-looking man who sat behind them, hearing all they said, pronounced them a “jolly set,” and kept his eye on Sancho, who now showed signs of insubordination.