"I reckon he gets two or three dollars a week, but he hain't no business to hire out to the circus folks. He's going back with us to-night, and I'll turn him out a blacksmith in two years." When Kit had finished his act, he went to the dressing room and changed his clothes. "I wonder whether the old fellow is after me!" he thought. "What could have put it into his head that I was here?" As he emerged from the dressing room he met Mr. Barlow, the proprietor of the circus, who advanced towards him, and shook his hand cordially. "Bravo, my young friend!" he said. "You did yourself great credit. Are you sure you have never performed in a circus before?" "Quite sure, sir." "You went through your act like an old professional. You did as well as either of the other two." "Thank you, sir. I am glad you are satisfied." "I ought to be. I regard you as a decided acquisition to my show. Keep on doing your best, and I can assure you that your efforts will be appreciated. How much did I agree to pay you?" "Ten dollars a week, sir." "That isn't enough. I raise your salary at once to twenty-five." Kit was dazzled by his good fortune. What! Twenty-five dollars a week and traveling expenses for a boy of sixteen! It seemed marvelous. "I am afraid I am dreaming, Mr. Barlow," he said. "I can't believe that I am really to receive so handsome a salary." "You will realize it to-night when you collect your first week's pay." "But this won't be a full week, sir." "Never mind! You shall receive full pay. Do you think I forget your heroic act at Smyrna?" "Thank you, sir. I hope nothing will prevent my continuing in your employ." "What should prevent?" asked Mr. Barlow, quickly. "Have you had an offer from another show?" "No, sir; I am not well known enough for that; but I saw a man in the audience who would probably like to get me away." "Who is it?" "A blacksmith from Oakford." "I don't understand. What have you to do with a blacksmith?" Kit explained briefly. "When do you think he will try to recover possession of you?" asked the circus proprietor. "Just after the show is over." "Has he any papers?" "Not one." "Then he has no claim on you. If he makes any trouble let me know." "I will, Mr. Barlow." CHAPTER XVII. KIT'S STRATAGEM. Kit, when dressed, sought the part of the house where he knew that William Morris was seated. "How did I do, Will?" he asked. "Splendidly!" answered the boy enthusiastically. "I felt proud of you." "I think I have a right to be satisfied myself. I have had my pay raised." "You don't mean to say you are to get more than ten dollars?" said his friend, opening his eyes in amazement. "I am raised to twenty-five." "You don't mean to say you are to get twenty-five dollars a week, Kit?" "Yes, I do." "And your board?" "And my board and traveling expenses," added Kit, with a smile. "I wish I were in your shoes, Kit," said William. "Think of me with only one dollar a week."