"If you see me in the circus," said the clown, "you can speak to me if
you want to. No, don't open your eyes."

For Jerry, in his eagerness to assure Whiteface that he would speak to
him if he saw him in the circus, was about to look up at him. For fear
that he yet might do so, he shut his eyes tighter, till they hurt, and
covered them with both hands.

"Lean over," whispered the clown, "close to the ground."

As he did so, Jerry felt his forehead brush something that felt exactly
like the canvas of a tent.

"Now," said the clown, "good-by till you speak to me in the circus."

"Good-by," whispered Jerry in a daze of delight and mystery.

He heard a swishing sound and then felt the clown push him along on the
ground. A moment later he felt two thumps on his back and he started in
to count. He reached twenty without feeling another thump and opened his
eyes.

He was in the circus tent!




CHAPTER X