When the doors of the big tent were opened, and the people began
to crowd in, just as Toby had seen them do at Guilford, Mr. Lord
announced to his young clerk that it was time for him to go into
the tent to work. Then it was that Toby learned for the first time
that he had two masters instead of one, and this knowledge caused
him no little uneasiness. If the other one was anything like Mr.
Lord, his lot would be just twice as bad, and he began to wonder
whether he could even stand it one day longer.

As the boy passed through the tent on his way to the candy stand,
where he was really to enter upon the duties for which he had run
away from home, he wanted to stop for a moment and speak with the
old monkey who he thought had taken such an interest in him. But
when he reached the cage in which his friend was confined, there
was such a crowd around it that it was impossible for him to get
near enough to speak without being overheard.

This was such a disappointment to the little fellow that the big
tears came into his eyes, and in another instant would have gone
rolling down his cheeks if his aged friend had not chanced to look
toward him. Toby fancied that the monkey looked at him in the most
friendly way, and then he was Certain that he winked one eye. Toby
felt that there was no mistake about that wink, and it seemed as
if it was intended to convey comfort to him in his troubles. He
winked back at the monkey in the most emphatic and grave manner
possible, and then went on his way, feeling wonderfully comforted.

The work inside the tent was far different and much harder than