to work for the circus---three men who were discharged for getting
drunk, and a boy who did stunts on the trapeze and ran away."

"That boy!" cried Snap. "Oh, I don't think he had anything to
do with it."

"Well, that's what the circus men say. If they catch the men
and the boy they'll have the whole crowd locked up."

"I am sure the boy is innocent," said the doctor's son.

"I got shot by somebody hunting that lion," said Giant. "Do you
know who fired his shotgun out yonder?"

"Oh, that was Hank Donaldson. He's always blowing about what he can
do with a gun, and he was so worked up and nervous he killed Mack's
dog and smashed the plate-glass window in the new five-and-ten-cent
store. He got scared to death when somebody told him a boy over here
fell from the roof and got hit. Is it bad?"

"No, but it might have been."

"You ought to pitch into Hank. He ought to know better than to fire
so promiscuous-like in the city streets. He meant well, but if he
had killed you, what then?" And the man passed on, shaking his
head earnestly.

In the morning Giant felt quite like himself and insisted upon
leaving off the bandage that had been placed over his forehead.