Larry's companion was making no effort to assist his fallen
comrade.
Instead, the fellow was howling with delight.

No sooner, however, had Teddy raised the man and slammed him down
on his back under the spout, than the lad let go of his victim
and darted off into the shadows. Teddy realized that it was high
time he was leaving.

The man, fuming with rage, uttering loud-voiced threats of
vengeance, scrambled out of the flood and began rushing up and
down the tracks in search of Teddy.

But the boy was nowhere to be found. He had hastily climbed over
a fence, where he crouched, dripping wet, watching the antics of
the enraged Larry.

"Guess he won't bother another boy right away," grinned Teddy,
not heeding his own wet and bedraggled condition.

The two showmen finally gave up their quest, and all at once
started on a run in the opposite direction.

"Now, I wonder what's made them run away like that? Surely they
aren't scared of me. I wonder? Guess I'll go over and
find out."

Leaving his hiding place, the lad retraced his steps across the
tracks until finally, coming up with a man, who proved to be the