"Then get a pike pole, and be quick about it. The foreman will
be looking for us first thing we know. If he finds us here he'll
fire us before we get started."

"See here, Larry, what are you going to do?" demanded the
other suspiciously.

"My eyes, but you're inquisitive! Going to wash the kid down.
Next time mebby he won't be so fresh."

And "wash" they did.

Suddenly the full stream from the standpipe spurted down.
Larry promptly let go of his captive. Teddy was right in the
path of the downpour, and the next instant he was struggling in
the flood.

The showman dropped him and started to run.

Teddy let out a choking howl, grasping frantically for his
tormentor.
A moment later the lad's hands closed over Larry's ankles, and
before
the man was able to free himself from the boy's grip Teddy had
pulled
him down and dragged him under the stream that was pouring down
in a
perfect deluge. The Circus Boy, being strong and muscular, was
able
to accomplish this with slight exertion.