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ce why； but he felt cruelty and power and unfairness。 What he did not see was the long pin in the man's hand。 Each time he thrust this in the pony's shoulder； the pony； stung by the pain and reflex action； lifted its head； and the man was deftly ready to meet the pony's mouth with his own mouth。 To an audience the impression would be that in such fashion the pony was expressing its affection for the master。
Not a dozen feet away another Shetland； a coal…black one； was behaving as peculiarly as it was being treated。 Ropes were attached to its forelegs； each rope held by an assistant； who jerked on the same stoutly when a third man； standing in front of the pony； tapped it on the knees with a short； stiff whip of rattan。 Whereupon the pony went down on its knees in the sawdust in a genuflection to the man with the whip。 The pony did not like it； sometimes so successfully resisting with spread； taut legs and mutinous head…tossings； as to overcome the jerk of the ropes； and； at the same time wheeling； to fall heavily on its side or to uprear as the pull on the ropes was relaxed。 But always it was lined up again to face the man who rapped its knees with the rattan。 It was being taught merely how to kneel in the way that is ever a delight to the audiences who see only the results of the schooling and never dream of the manner of the schooling。 For； as Michael was quickly sensing； knowledge was here learned by pain。 In short； this was the college of pain； this Cedarwild Animal School。
Harris Collins himself nodded the dark youth…god up to him； and turned an inquiring and estimating gaze on Michael。
〃The Del Mar dog； sir；〃 said the youth…god。
Collins's eyes brightened； and he looked Michael over more carefully。
〃Do you know what he can do？〃 he queried。
The youth shook his head。
〃Harry was a keen one；〃 Collins went on； apparently to the youth… god but mostly for his own benefit； being given to thinking aloud。 〃He picked this dog as a winner。 And now what can he do？ That's the question。 Poor Harry's gone； and we don't know what he can do。Take off the chain。〃
Released Michael regarded the master…god and waited for what might happen。 A squall of pain from one of the bears across the ring hinted to him what he might expect。
〃Come here；〃 Collins commanded in his cold； hard tones。
Michael came and stood before him。
〃Lie down！〃
Michael lay down； although he did it slowly； with advertised reluctance。
〃Damned thoroughbred！〃 Collins sneered at him。 〃Won't put any pep into your motions； eh？ Well； we'll take care of that。Get up！ Lie down！Get up！Lie down！Get up！〃
His commands were staccato； like revolver shots or the cracks of whips； and Michael obeyed them in his same slow； reluctant way。
〃Understands English； at any rate；〃 said Collins。
〃Wonder if he can turn the double flip；〃 he added； expressing the golden dream of all dog…trainers。 〃Come on； we'll try him for a flip。 Put the chain on him。 Come over here； Jimmy。 Put another lead on him。〃
Another reform…school graduate youth obeyed； snapping a girth about Michael's loins； to which was attached a thin rope。
〃Line him up；〃 Collins commanded。 〃Ready？Go！〃
And the most amazing； astounding indignity was wreaked upon Michael。 At the word 〃Go！〃； simultaneously； the chain on his collar jerked him up and back in the air； the rope on his hindquarters jerked that portion of him under； forward； and up； and the still short stick in Collins's hand hit him under the lower jaw。 Had he had any previous experience with the manoeuvre； he would have saved himself part of the pain at least by springing and whirling backward in the air。 As it was； he felt as if being torn and wrenched apart while at the same time the blow under his jaw stung him and almost dazed him。 And； at the same time； whirled violently into the air； he fell on the back of his head in the sawdust。
Out of the sawdust he soared in rage； neck…hair erect； throat a… snarl； teeth bared to bite； and he would have sunk his teeth into the flesh of the master…god had he not been the slave of cunning formula。 The two youths knew their work。 One tightened the lead ahead； the other to the rear； and Michael snarled and bristled his impotent wrath。 Nothing could he do； neither advance； nor retreat； nor whirl sideways。 The youth in front by the chain prevented him from attacking the youth behind； and the youth behind； with the rope； prevented him from attacking the youth in front； and both prevented him from attacking Collins； whom he knew incontrovertibly to be the master of evil and hurt。
Michael's wrath was as superlative as was his helplessness。 He could only bristle and tear his vocal chords with his rage。 But it was a very ancient and boresome experience to Collins。 He was even taking advantage of the moment to glance across the arena and size up what the bears were doing。
〃Oh； you thoroughbred；〃 he sneered at Michael； returning his attention to him。 〃Slack him！ Let go！〃
The instant his bonds were released； Michael soared at Collins； and Collins； timing and distancing with the accuracy of long years； kicked him under the jaw and whirled him back and down into the sawdust。
〃Hold him！〃 Collins ordered。 〃Line him out！〃
And the two youths； pulling in opposite directions with chain and rope； stretched him into helplessness。
Collins glanced across the ring to the entrance； where two teams of heavy draft…horses were entering； followed by a woman dressed to over…dressedness in the last word of a stylish street…costume。
〃I fancy he's never done any flipping；〃 Collins remarked； coming back to the problem of Michael for a moment。 〃Take off your lead； Jimmy； and go over and help Smith。Johnny； hold him to one side there and mind your legs。 Here comes Miss Marie for her first lesson； and that mutt of a husband of hers can't handle her。〃
Michael did not understand the scene that followed； which he witnessed； for the youth led him over to look on at the arranging of the woman and the four horses。 Yet； from her conduct； he sensed that she； too； was captive and ill…treated。 In truth； she was herself being trained unwillingly to do a trick。 She had carried herself bravely right to the moment of the ordeal； but the sight of the four horses； ranged two and two opposing her； with the thing patent that she was to hold in her hands the hooks on the double…trees and form the link that connected the two spans which were to pull in opposite directionsat the sight of this her courage failed her and she shrank back； drooping and cowering； her face buried in her hands。
〃No； no； Billikens；〃 she pleaded to the stout though youthful man who was her husband。 〃I can't do it。 I'm afraid。 I'm afraid。〃
〃Nonsense； madam；〃 Collins interposed。 〃The trick is absolutely safe。 And it's a good one； a money…maker。 Straighten up a moment。〃 With his hands he began feeling out her shoulders and back under her jacket。 〃The apparatus is all right。〃 He ran his hands down her arms。 〃Now！ Drop the hooks。〃 He shook each arm； and from under each of the fluffy lace cuffs fell out an iron hook fast to a thin cable of steel that evidently ran up her sleeves。 〃Not that way！ Nobody must see。 Put them back。 Try it again。 They must come down hidden in your palms。 Like this。 See。 That's it。 That's the idea。〃
She controlled herself and strove to obey； though ever and anon she cast appealing glances to Billikens； who stood remote and aloof； his brows wrinkled with displeasure。
Each of the men driving the harnessed spans lifted up the double… trees so that the girl could grasp the hooks。 She tried to take hold； but broke down again。
〃If anything breaks； my arms will be torn out of me；〃 she protested。
〃On the contrary；〃 Collins reassured her。 〃You will lose merely most of your jacket。 The worst that can happen will be the exposure of the trick and the laugh on you。 But the apparatus isn't going to break。 Let me explain again。 The horses do not pull against you。 They pull against each other。 The audience thinks that they are pulling against you。Now try once more。 Take hold the double…trees； and at the same moment slip down the hooks and connect。Now！〃
He spoke sharply