crawled under some slanting seats and then got close to the canvas
that divided the main tent from that used by the performers in
"making up."

"Grandy, you must know what became of the little rascal," they heard
the ringmaster say. "He came in here."

"So he did, sir," was the answer of a canvasman. "But he didn't stay.
He just caught up some clothing and dusted."

"What! Ran away?"

"He dusted. I don't know where he went."

"Humph! He wouldn't dare to run away. If he tries that game I'll
take his hide off when. I catch him."

"He couldn't run very far, Mr. Jones---he was too weak."

"Bah! He isn't sick. He wants to shirk his act, that's all. Just
wait till I get hold of him---I'll teach him to get me into hot water
with the audience!" fumed the ringmaster.

"Well; I don't know where he went," answered the canvasman, and
resumed his work on the wall of the menagerie tent. Then the
ringmaster walked to another part of the dressing-tent to put on
his street clothing, for he did not dare appear in the ring again
at that performance.

"I hope that boy did run away," said Snap as he and his friends