"Teddy!" howled Phil.

"Have a frog's leg," retorted Teddy, shaking one of them
vigorously at the motley collection of clowns.

"Not eating frogs legs today," jeered a clown, as Teddy went
swinging past them, a strange, grotesque figure on the back of
the huge, hulking beast.

The clowns' wagon was just on the point of turning when the men
heard a loud uproar far down the line. At first they thought it
was a part of the show, but it soon became apparent that
something was wrong.

Phil instinctively let the horn fall away from his lips. He
peered curiously over the swaying line to learn what, if
anything, had gone wrong.

He made out the cause of the trouble almost at once. A pony with
a woman on its back had broken from the line, and was plunging
toward them at a terrific pace. She appeared to have lost all
control of the animal, and the pony, which proved to be an ugly
broncho, was bucking and squealing as it plunged madly down the
street.

The others failed to see what Phil had observed almost from the
first. The bit had broken in the mouth of the broncho and the
reins hung loosely in the woman's helpless hands.