PROVING HIS METTLE
Familiar as they were with daring deeds,Cheap Uggs, those of the circus people
who witnessed Phil Forrest’s dive gasped. They expected to see the boy
fall beneath the feet of the plunging pony, where he would be likely to be
trampled and kicked to death. But Phil had looked before he leaped. He
had measured his distance well–had made up his mind exactly what he
was going to do, or rather what he was going to try to do. The pony,
catching a brief glimpse of the dark figure that was being hurled through
the air directly toward him, made a swift leap to one side. But the animal
was not quick enough. The boy landed against the broncho with a jolt
that nearly knocked the little animal over, while to Phil the impact could
not have been much more severe, it seemed to him,ugg classic short, had he collided with a
locomotive. “Hang on!” howled a voice from the wagon. That was exactly
what he intended to do. The cloud of dust, with Mr. Sparling in the center
of it, had not reached them, but his keen eyes already had observed what
was going on. “G-g-g-grab the woman!” shouted Phil. His left arm had
been thrown about the broncho’s neck, while his right hand was groping
frantically for the animal’s nose. But during all this time the pony was far
from idle. He was plunging like a ship in a gale,ugg boots uk, cracking the whip with
Phil Forrest until it seemed as if every bone in the lad’s body would be
broken. He could hear his own neck snap with every jerk. With a howl
Miaco, the head clown, launched himself from the wagon, too. Darting
in among the flying hoofs–there seemed to be a score of them–he caught
the woman, jerked her foot free of the stirrup and dragged her quickly
from her perilous position. “She’s free. Let go!” he roared to the boy
holding the pony. But by this time Phil had fastened his right hand on the
pony’s nostrils, and with a quick pressure shut off the animal’s wind. He
had heard the warning cry. The lad’s grit had been aroused, however, and
he was determined that he would not let go until he should have conquered
the fighting broncho. With a squeal of rage, the pony leaped sideways. A
deep ditch led along by the side of the road, but this the enraged animal
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had not noticed. Into it he went, kicking and fighting, pieces of Phil’s
yellow robe streaming from his hoofs. The lad’s body was half under the
neck of the pony, but he was clinging to the neck and the nose of the beast
with desperate courage. “Get the boy out of there!” thundered Mr. Sparling,
dashing up and leaping from his pony. “Want to let him be killed?” By
this time others had ridden up, and some of the real horsemen in the outfit
sprang off and rushed to Phil Forrest’s assistance. Ropes were cast over the
flying hoofs before the men thought it wise to get near them. Then they
hauled Phil out, very much the worse for wear. In the meantime Mr.
Sparling’s carriage had driven up and he was helping the woman in. “Is the
boy hurt?” he called. “No, I’m all right, thank you,” answered Phil, smiling
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