“To be sure,” said the Cowboy. “Come along,” and he gave a tug to the rope.
“Drop my money before you say good-by, Mr. Danny Fox!” cried anxious Uncle Lucky.
“Oh, let me go, I beg of you,
I’ll die in a circus tent.
Oh, leave me here in the forest dear
Where I never pay any rent,”
begged Danny Fox, as the Cowboy dragged him off to the Circus in Turnip City.
“Don’t listen to him,” cautioned Uncle Lucky, who couldn’t forget how he would have been robbed had the Cowboy not come along just in the nick of time.
“I’ll pay no attention to the old robber,” answered the Cowboy, and in a few minutes he was out of sight.
“Well, that’s a relief,” sighed dear Uncle Lucky, picking up the 10 lettuce leaf dollar bills. “I’m glad to get back my money. But, goodness me! I’ll be late for supper,” and hopping into the Luckymobile, he hurried home to Little Miss Mousie.