ig●ht, sir.I’ll make a try at it,” I answer▓ed. “Of course,” said “Fitz●.” “Go and get tiffin and be▓ back in half an hour.I’ll h▓ave Faust here for a rehearsal.” I spran▓g for an exit, but stopped sudde●nly as a thought struck me:— T●he trick eleph
ant of Fitzgerald’s circus and a ●high-caste Singhalese with circle-comb ▓ John Askins, M.A., who had been “on the ro●ad” in the Orient twenty years 2●87“But say,” I wailed, “we’re agrou●nd! The clothes—!” “Stretc●h a leg and get tiffin!” cried the ri
n▓gmaster; “Walhalla’s rags are all h▓ere.” From nightfall until the audience, wh●ich “Fitz” was holding bac●k as long as possible, stormed the▓ tent, I worked feverishly with Faus●t in perfecting “gags,” tumbles, and the t▓ime-honored brands of “horse-play.