Joe put on his suit of tights for that afternoon, though he did not take part in the trapeze work. He fancied that the Lascalla Brothers were not very glad to see him, but this may have been fancy, for they were cordial enough as far as words went. "Maybe they thought I would be laid up permanently," reasoned Joe. "Then they could have their former partner back. I wonder if he's been around lately?" He made some inquiries, but no one had noticed Sim Dobley hanging about the lots as he had done shortly after his discharge. Nor had there been, as Joe had a faint suspicion there might be, any connection between the train wreck and the discharged employee. "I don't believe Sim would be so desperate as to wreck a train just to get even with me," decided Joe. "I guess it was just a coincidence. He only wrote that threatening letter as a bluff." Helen Morton did not allow her distress over the prospective loss of her money to interfere with her circus act. She put Rosebud through his paces in the ring, and received her share of applause at the antics of the clever horse. Helen did a new little trick--the one she had told Joe about. She tossed flags of different nations to different parts of the ring, and then told Rosebud to fetch them to her, one after the other, calling for them by name. The intelligent horse made no mistakes, bringing the right flag each time. "And now," said Helen at the conclusion of her act, "show me what all good little children do when they go to bed at night." Rosebud bent his forelegs and bowed his head between them as if he were saying his prayers. "That's a good horse!" ejaculated Helen. "Now come and get your sugar and give me a kiss," and the animal daintily picked up a lump of the sweet stuff from Helen's hand, and then lightly touched her cheek with his velvety muzzle. Then with a leap the pretty young rider vaulted into the saddle and rode out of the ring amid applause. "You're doing beautifully, Helen!" was Joe's compliment, as Helen rode out. "I may be all right on a horse," she answered, "but I don't know much about money and business." The show moved on that night, and the next day, when the tent was set up, Joe indulged in light practice. He found the soreness almost gone, and as he worked alone, and with the Lascalla Brothers, his stiffness also disappeared. "I think I'll go on to-night," he told the ring-master. "All right, Joe. We'll be glad to have you, of course. But don't take any chances." Mail was distributed among the circus folk that day following the afternoon performance. Joe had letters from some people to whom he had written in regard to his mother's relatives in England. One gave him the address of a London solicitor, as lawyers are designated over there, and Joe determined to write to him. "Though I guess my chances of getting an inheritance are pretty slim," he told Helen. "I'm not lucky, like you."