"Well, I never!" cried Snap suddenly as one of the empty cars came
into view, under the rays of an electric light. "Look there!"

He pointed to the open doorway of a car. A figure stood there,
wrapped in a coat several sizes too large for it---the figure of a
slender boy with a whitish face,

"Was that that boy acrobat?" gasped Whopper as the freight train
gathered headway and cleared the crossing.

"I think it was," answered Snap.

"So do I," put in the doctor's son.

"If it was, he is losing no time in getting out of town," was Giant's
comment. "And I don't blame him."

"He had on a coat big enough for a man, and his trousers were
rolled up around his feet," observed Snap. "Most likely he grabbed
up the first suit he could find when he left the dressing-tent."

"If it really was the boy," said Whopper. "It looked like him,
but we may be mistaken."

It did not take the four youths long to reach Mrs. Carson's home.
They went in softly, and each got a cookie and a drink of milk.
Then they went to bed and slept soundly until morning.

Promptly on time they presented themselves at Mr. Jally's studio,
and found not only the photographer but also an assistant present.