Achilles entered the circus inclosure--the "lot," as it is generally called,--and made his way to a small tent situated not far from the one devoted to the performances. An attendant was carrying in a plate of hot steak and potatoes from the cook tent near by. "Is breakfast ready?" asked Achilles. "Yes; any time you want it." "Is anybody inside?" "Only Mademoiselle Louise." "Well, I want three breakfasts--for myself and my two young friends here." "I didn't know you had sons," said Mike, the attendant, regarding Kit and William with some curiosity. "I haven't. One of these young men is an acrobat, who will be one of us. The other is his friend. Bring along the grub as quick as possible--we are all hungry." "All right, sir." Running the length of the tent, which was about twenty feet by ten, was a long table surrounded by benches. The giant took his seat and placed the boys one on each side of him. Just opposite sat a woman of twenty-five or thereabouts, who was already eating breakfast. "Good morning, Mlle. Louise," said the giant. "Good morning, Mr. Henderson," responded the lady. "Who are your young companions?" "I don't know their names, but this one," placing his hand on Kit's shoulder, "has been engaged by Mr. Barlow as an acrobat." "Indeed! He looks young." "I am sixteen," volunteered Kit. "What circus have you traveled with before this season?" asked Mlle. Louise. "I have never traveled with any, madam." "But you are an acrobat?" "I have had my practice in a gymnasium." "How came Mr. Barlow to engage you?" "At Smyrna I practiced a little with the Vincenti brothers." "At Smyrna? Why, that's where the lion dashed into the arena!" "Yes." "Do you know the boy who had the courage to face him?" Kit blushed. "I am the boy," he said. "You don't mean it!" exclaimed the lady, vivaciously. "Why, you're a hero. I must shake hands with you," and she reached across the table and gave Kit a hearty grasp of the hand. "Is that so?" interposed Achilles. "Why, I didn't know you were the boy. I was not present at the time, and only heard of it afterwards. Mlle. Louise is right. You are a brave fellow." "I am much obliged to you both for your favorable opinion," said Kit modestly, "but I didn't realize my danger till afterwards." "Oh, heavens! I can see him now--that wicked beast!" exclaimed the lady. "I was nearly scared out of my senses. As for poor Dupont, he was nearer death than I ever want to be till my time comes." "Was Dupont the clown?" asked Kit. "Yes. The lion held him down, with his foot upon the poor clown's back, and but for your brave act he would have torn the poor fellow to pieces. Mr. Henderson, you missed the most thrilling act of the evening." "So I begin to think. By the way, boys, I ought to have introduced this lady. She is the famous aerial artist, whom you saw the other evening in her wonderful feats upon the trapeze."