CHAPTER IX THE TIGER SPRINGS
In the dim half light, as Johnny crouched in the sawdust ring, knife inhand, he saw the tiger lash his tail as he prepared for a spring. He sawthe girl dancing on the wire, twirling her parasol as she danced. Hismind whirled. Was this all a dream? Was it but a moving picture flashedupon the screen? He shook himself. No, there were the colors in thegirl's costume, the red that came and went in her cheek, and there werethe wonderful colors in the coat of that giant cat. It was real, and thecat was preparing for a spring. Should he cry out? Attract the beast'sattention, then stand for battle? To do so meant sudden death. No manarmed with a knife could hope to defeat a tiger.
On the other hand, what if he waited? Could the tiger leap ten feet inair? If he could, what then? The girl had nerve; Johnny could see that.There was a strong chance that the tiger could not reach her. He wouldwait.
Suddenly into that brilliant circle of light there shot upward a tawny,gleaming body. The tiger had leaped square at the girl. Johnny's heartstood still. There came an audible gasp from the girl. The cruel fangs ofthe beast flashed in the light. Up, up he rose, five feet, six, seven,eight. Now his great paws flashed at the girl's feet. An instant ofsuspense ended with a gasp of relief. The tiger had missed.
For a fraction of a second the girl teetered on the wire. She seemedabout to lose her balance and fall, but she at once regained hercomposure, and, with a smile upon her lips, such as she threw to admiringspectators, she tripped again along the wire.
"Bravo!" Johnny's lips formed the word, but he did not say it.
Again the tiger crouched for a spring. The girl was gaining self-control.Estimating the position of the tiger, she tripped away from him. Angered,the tiger roared savagely, gave two short jumps, then leaped straight andhigh.
With a little cry, half of fear, half of defiance, the girl sprang inair. The next instant the tiger's paw touched the wire. One breathlesssecond the girl appeared to hover in air, then she dropped. Her toetouched the vibrating wire. She slipped. She uttered a low moan.
Just at that moment the spot light blinked suddenly out, leaving thegreat tent in utter darkness.
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For a few moments after the candle was extinguished in the mysteriousroom down by the river Pant remained motionless. Then, as a groping handfound the door to his hiding place, he leaped into spring-steel-likeaction. The cupboard door banged open. A sudden flash of red light wasfollowed by the dull thud of a body striking the floor. A second flashproduced the same result. A chair clattered to the floor. The street doorswung suddenly open, then banged shut again. A fugitive figure soughtcover in the shadows of a dark corner of the building.
"Are you shot?" came a gruff voice from within.
"Thought I was, but guess I ain't."
"So did I."
"There wasn't any report."
"A red flame, and a biff that floored!"
There followed sounds of movement. A match was struck. For a moment alight flickered in the room, then three heads appeared at the door.Mounting to the third step, the leader glanced quickly up and down thestreet. Then, followed by his two companions, he darted away.
"Some rotten luck," grumbled Pant, for it was he who lurked in thecorner.
Without a light, he again entered the room. When he came out a short timelater, he was straightening out a bit of crumpled paper.
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For Johnny, after the spot light in the circus tent blinked out, an agonyof suspense followed. The girl--had she dropped? The tiger--was he nowabout to spring? Without a light Johnny could do nothing. A sudden waveof remorse overcame him. He blamed himself for not entering the strugglewhen the light was on.
But what was this? Could it be that his straining ear caught the sing ofthe wire, as the girl's foot touched it in her wild dance? He listened.There could be no mistake about it. Even in the darkness she had regainedher footing, was dancing down the wire.
But the tiger could see in the dark. She could not see his leaps. And hewould leap again, Johnny was sure of that.
In this he was not mistaken, for, with sinking sensation, he heard thecat leave the ground. There followed no sound. Breathlessly he waitedtill he felt the slight shock of the cat as he dropped. Or was it Gwen?
At this time of uncertainty a weird thing happened. Seeming to come froma spot in mid air, a streak of crimson light flashed down at an angletoward the floor. For an instant, it turned the costume, the parasol, theface of the girl crimson; the next, it swept the crouching tiger with aflood of blood red light. With a growl of fear the beast shrank back. Thelight followed him. He rose and leaped away. He paused. The light wasagain upon him. With a wild snarl, he sprang away toward the far end ofthe tent.
As he lay there staring open-mouthed, Johnny heard the sputter of arclights. In a moment the tent was ablaze with white lights. The dynamo hadbeen started, the light turned on.
Johnny sprang to his feet, then facing about, looked for the girl. Thenext instant he sprang toward the spot over which the wire was strung. Hewas there in time to break her fall. She had tottered from the wire.
She had not fainted, but it was in vain that she attempted to rise; herlimbs would not support her.
"I, I guess I lost my nerve," she apologized, as she sank down upon thesawdust.
"If you did, you lost a lot," exclaimed Johnny in undisguised enthusiasm."You were great!"
For the moment he forgot the caste of the circus, forgot he was only anex-groom and she the queen of performers.
"Just sit right here," he counseled. "I'll run and get you a glass ofwater; you'll be all right in a jiffy. The tiger's safe enough; keepershave got him."
By the time he returned, the world had righted itself again, and he wasonly a slave.
"I, I'll be running along," he stammered, "that is, if you're all right?"
"But I'm not all right," protested Gwen. "Besides, I need some one totalk to. Why should you go?"
"You know," Johnny faltered, "I'm not a performer; at least, not yet."
"Fiddle!" she puckered up her lips. "What diff does that make; you're abrave boy. You were right near that awful tiger when I saw you, and youweren't running away. I believe you were there all the time."
"I was," admitted Johnny. "I was watching you dance when he came up."
"Oh!" She gave him a queer look. "And what did you think you could do?"
"If he had reached you, I could have put up a good scrap."
She looked at him again. "I believe you could," she smiled. "I saw yougive that bear the knockout the other day. That was good, awful good!Say! You can box, can't you?"
"A little."
"Will you give me some lessons?"
Johnny's heart leaped. Would he?
"Su--sure," he stammered, "any--any time."
"All right; to-morrow morning at nine. What say?"
"That suits me."
"It's a go," she said, holding out her hand. Johnny gripped it warmly,and as he did so, he realized that there was nothing soft or flabby aboutthat hand.
"You see," she half apologized, "I have to keep in trim for my stunts,and nothing will do it quite like boxing."
"Uh-huh!" Johnny scarcely heard her. Her hand had made him think of thediamond ring. Should he ask her about it now? It seemed what his oldprofessor would call the psychological moment. Yet he did not want to askher. He was already enjoying her friendship, knew he would enjoy it moreand more and did not wish to risk losing it. Then he thought of Pant andhis problem. Perhaps she could aid them in solving that.
"Say," she whispered suddenly, "what was that blood red light?"
"I, I don't know," Johnny replied.
"Wasn't it spooky? Came from nowhere!"
"I don't know how it was done," said Johnny, "but someone was behindit--someone who evidently wanted to help you."
The girl glanced at him sharply.
"No," he smiled, "I didn't do it. I'm not that much of a magician. ButI'm not sure but that I know the person who did it."
"Oh!" she gasped. "Will you find out and let me know?"
"If I can," said Johnny, smiling once more.
"Oh!" she gasped again. "I owe that person a lot. The tiger would havegot me for sure. I'd do a lot for him."
"Would you?" asked Johnny.
"Of course I would."
"You may have a chance some time."
"How strangely you talk!"
"That's all I can tell you now."
He arose and, assisting her to her feet, walked with her to the flap ofthe ladies' dressing tent; then bade her good-night.
"She's a real sport!" he told himself. "Now I've got to make good atboxing the bear, even if it is a rotten job."