us go on," sobbed the girl, "but we ain't been at it long and it makes us feel bad if they don't like us on the start. And what with long jumps and brother bein' sick and all we're pretty tired the first night."
"You was doin' good," declared Ben Evans. "W'ant she, boys?"
"It was fine," came a hearty chorus, and the earnest voice of Clarence Strunk, cook of the L.X. outfit, added: "Mrs. Bernhardt couldn't a done better."
Once more Ben Evans fixed upon Nan his frank stare of admiration as he and his supporters tramped past on their way out, and again Nan felt that curious quaver of excitement when their eyes met. The foreman of the L.X. outfit attracted her more than she cared to admit, and she wanted to know him with an eagerness of which she was ashamed.
