The Circus Boy tried to utter a yell, but he found it impossible for him to do so. Teddy kicked and fought so vigorously that it was all his captor could do to hold him.
"Come and help me. We'll fix the fresh kid this time," called the fellow in whose grip the lad was struggling.
"What's the matter, Larry? Is he too much for you?" laughed the other man.
"He's the biggest little man I ever got my fists on. Gimme a hand here."
"What are you going to do with him?"
"I'll show you in a minute."
"Maybe he's with the show. He's slippery enough to be a performer."
"No such thing. And I don't care if he is. I'll teach him not to interfere with the men. Grab hold and help me carry him."
Together they lifted the kicking, squirming, fighting boy, carrying him on down the tracks, not putting him down until they had reached the standpipe of a nearby water tank, where the locomotives took on their supply of fresh water.
"Jerk that spout around!" commanded Larry, sitting down on Tucker with a force that made the lad gasp.