"Oh, come now, ladies and gentlemen," cried the ringmaster, "is there really nobody here who wants to earn a hundred dollars? Shall I really be forced to keep this myself?" And he waved a bill in the air.
"No, that you certainly won't be forced to do," said Pippi and stepped over the railing into the ring.
The ringmaster was absolutely wild when he saw her. "Get out of here! I don't want to see any more of you," he hissed.
"Why do you always have to be so unfriendly?" said Pippi reproachfully. "I just want to fight with Mighty Adolf."
"This is no place for jokes," said the ringmaster. "Get out of here before the Mighty Adolf hears your impudent nonsense."
But Pippi went right by the ringleader and up to Mighty Adolf. She took his hand and shook it heartily.
"Shall we fight a little, you and I?" she asked.
Mighty Adolf looked at her but didn't understand a word.
"In one minute I'll begin," said Pippi.
And begin she did. She grabbed Mighty Adolf around the waist, and before anyone knew what was happening she had thrown him on the mat. Mighty Adolf leaped up, his face absolutely scarlet.
"Atta girl, Pippi!" shrieked Tommy and Annika, so loudly that all the people at the circus heard it and began to shriek, "Atta girl, Pippi!" too. The ringmaster sat on the railing, wringing his hands. He was mad, but Mighty Adolf was madder. Never in his life had he experienced anything so humiliating as this. And he certainly intended to show that red-headed girl what kind of a man Mighty Adolf really was. He rushed at Pippi and caught her round the waist, but Pippi stood firm as a rock.
"You can do better than that," she said to encourage him. Then she wriggled out of his grasp, and in the twinkling of an eye Mighty Adolf was on the mat again. Pippi stood beside him, waiting. She didn't have to wait long. With a roar he was up again, rushing at her.
"Tiddelipom and piddeliday," said Pippi.
All the people in the tent stamped their feet and threw their hats in the air and shouted, "Hurrah, Pippi!