that old banjo!"

"Oh, a banjo! Maybe it was Fred!" cried Bunny.

The same thought came to his father and mother.

"Tell us about this boy," requested Mr. Brown. "We are looking for one
who plays the banjo," and he described Fred Ward.

"Well, this can't be the one you're lookin' for," said Mr. Ribbans.
"'Cause this feller was a negro."

"Maybe he was blacked up like a minstrel," said Bunny.

"I couldn't say as to that," returned the inspector. "Anyhow they paid
for their license all right, and they sold a powerful lot o' Dr. Slack's
Pain Killer. Then they went on out of town. That's all I know. Well, you
don't need a license from me; so go ahead, folks!"

He waved good-bye to them as they went off again.

Bunny and Sue were eager to ask questions about the colored boy who
played the banjo for the medical show.

"Do you think he could have been Fred?" asked Bunny.

"It is possible," answered his father.

"Maybe we can find him," added Sue.