"No, the live monkey didn't take my Clown. Don't you remember? He came
up here with his cap in his hand to get our pennies. Then, when he
went away, he was sitting on top of the organ and he had his cap off
and so did the music man, and they didn't either of them have my
Clown."

"Yes, I guess that's right," Herbert said. "But he's gone."

"We've got to find my Clown," said Sidney. "I want him back, and we
can't have a circus without him. We've GOT to find him."

"Yes, we have," agreed Herbert. "Maybe Carlo, the dog, came and
carried him away."

"Maybe," said Sidney. They blamed lots of things on poor Carlo, and
sometimes he did do tricks. But this was not one of those times. So
the two boys began searching for the Calico Clown.

As for that jolly chap himself he was still up in the tree. And he was
not so very jolly just then, either. He did not once think of asking
his pig riddle.

"I wonder if I can wiggle down?" he asked himself. "There is no one to
see me now, and I can move about. I'm going to try to get down."

He wiggled and he woggled, whatever that is, and managed to get one
leg over the limb, so both were on the same side. The Clown was just
going to try to swing to the next lowest branch, as he had seen the
live monkey do, when, all of a sudden, he slipped and fell.