The driver whipped up the horse and the carriage rumbled away, soon reaching the village street and turning sharply off into a side street.
CHAPTER XI
ON SULLY'S PRIVATE CAR
"Where are you taking me?" Phil demanded.
"You'll see in a minute."
"And so will you. There are laws to punish such high-handed methods as yours, and I'll see that you are punished, and well punished, too. If I can't do it, there are others who will—who will see that you get what you deserve."
"Keep on talking. It will be my turn pretty soon," answered Sully.
In a short time Phil discovered that they were driving along by the railroad tracks. He knew that the yards where the circus train was standing were only a short distance beyond.
"I guess he's going to take me to the train, for some reason or other," decided Phil, but he could not understand what the showman's motive might be.
The Circus Boy was not afraid, but he was thoroughly angry. His grit and stubbornness had been aroused and he was ready to take any desperate chance. However, he felt that, after all, this capture might be the means of giving him the further information of which he was in search. He might possibly be able to draw some admission from Sully.