"No, but I saw their pants," said Porky. "I can look at all the
legs, can't I? But they won't be there. I will watch to make
sure; but they will be right where they said, over by the
flower-house. See, they don't use any science. All they do is
get in a crowd, or back up against a good high wall, and tell
each other their real names. If we bring this across, I've a
mind for us to be detectives."

"There's the college education," Beany reminded him.

"Well," said Porky, "I suppose detectives ought to know a little
something. Come on back, I want a sandwich. I have lived on hot
dogs now for two days. Notice how small they are getting? The
dog part, I mean."

As they rounded the grandstand, a heavy automobile truck backed
up to something covered with a tarpaulin. The boys darted into
the crowd. They demanded explanations of anybody who would
answer. A boy spoke, up.

"Ridin' horse ran away," he said. "Saw it 'myself. Girl ridin'
it."

Porky and Beany gasped. "Was she killed?" they cried.

"Didn't hurt her at all," said the strange boy rather regretfully,
it seemed. "But the feller with her, he chased her an' his horse
caught up, and the feller grabbed her bridle, and her horse
'swerved, and he was pulled offen his horse, and his horse come
right bing into the bandstand, and broke his neck."