Joe Strong the Boy Fire-Eater | Page 3

and winked at him. He was glad to see this,
as it showed her nervousness had left her.
"Now for the mystic veil!" cried Joe, as he took from his helper a thin
clinging piece of black silk gauze. He tossed this over Helen and the
chair, completely covering both from sight. He brought the veil around
behind Helen's head, fastening it there with a pin.
"To make sure that Mademoiselle Mortonti sleeps, I will now make the
few remaining mesmeric passes," said Joe. "I must be positive that she
slumbers."
He waved his hands slowly over the black robed figure. A great hush
had fallen over the big crowd. Every eye was on the black figure in the
center of the raised stage in the middle of the big circus tent. All the
other acts had temporarily stopped, to make that of Joe Strong, the boy
magician, more spectacular.
As Joe continued to wave one hand with an undulating motion over the
silent black-covered figure in the chair, he touched, here and there, the
drapery over Helen. He seemed very solicitous that it should hang
perfectly right, covering the figure of the girl and the chair completely
from sight in every direction all around the stage.
The music, which had been playing softly, suddenly stopped at a wave
of Joe's hand. He stood for a moment motionless before the veiled
figure.

"Her spirit is dissolving into thin air!" he said in a low voice, which,
nevertheless, carried to every one in the crowd.
Suddenly Joe took hold of the veil in the center and directly over the
outlined head of the figure in the chair. Quickly the young magician
raised the soft, black silk gauze, whisking it quickly to one side.
The audience gasped.
The chair, in which but a moment before Helen Morton had been seated,
was empty! The girl had disappeared--vanished! Joe stooped and raised
from the stage the newspaper. It showed not a sign of break or tear.
Then, before the applause could begin, the girl appeared, walking out
from one of the improvised wings of the circus stage. She smiled and
bowed. The act had been a great success. Now the silent admiration of
the throng gave place to a wave of hand clapping and feet stamping.
"Was it all right, Joe?" asked Helen, as he held her hand and they both
bowed their appreciation of the applause.
"Couldn't have been better!" he said. "We'll do this trick regularly now.
It takes even better than my ten thousand dollar box mystery. You were
great!"
"I'm so glad!"
The two performers were bowing themselves off the stage when
suddenly there came the unmistakable roar of a wild beast from the
direction of the animal tent. It seemed to shake the very ground. At the
same time a voice cried:
"A tiger is loose! One of the tigers is out of his cage!"
CHAPTER II
A DANGEROUS SWING

There is no cry which so startles the average circus audience as that
which is raised when one of the wild animals is said to be at large. Not
even the alarm that the big tent is falling or is about to be blown over
will cause such a panic as the shout:
"A tiger is loose!"
There is something instinctive, and perfectly natural, in the fear of the
wild jungle beasts. Let it be said that a tiger or a lion is loose, and it
causes greater fear, even, than when it is stated that an elephant is on a
rampage. An elephant seems a big, but good-natured, creature; though
often they turn ugly. But a lion or a tiger is always feared when loose.
But the chances are not one in a hundred that a circus lion or a tiger,
getting out of its cage, would attack any one. The creature is so
surprised at getting loose, and so frightened at the hue and cry at once
raised, that all it wants to do is to slink off and hide, and the only harm
it might do would be to some one who tried to stop it from running
away.
Joe Strong, Jim Tracy, and the other circus executives and employees
knew this as soon as they heard the cry: "A tiger is loose." Who raised
the cry and which of the several tigers in the Sampson show was out of
its cage, neither Joe nor any of those in the big tent near him knew. But
they realized the emergency, and knew what to do.
"Keep your seats! Don't rush!" cried Joe, as he released Helen's hand
and hurried to the front of the platform. "There is no danger! The
animal men will catch the tiger, if one is really loose. Stay where you
are! Keep your seats!