"I'll fetch him. You watch me," answered the irrepressible
Teddy, starting off on a run.
January had all at once grown very meek. He stood gazing thoughtfully off over the river.
"What is the trouble here?" roared Mr. Sparling dashing up to the pilot house at that moment.
"That is exactly what I have been trying to find out," answered the Circus Boy.
"What, Phil?"
"Yes, it's Phil."
"What are you doing in there?"
"Steering the boat."
"Piloting the—where is the pilot?"
"Somewhere below. I have sent Teddy after him. You see, January was trying to kick the pilot house off the boat and into the river. The pilot, thinking the animals had escaped, fled. When I came up this craft was traveling astern and January was making a sieve of this little house. I have got the 'Marie' going forward, but I may run her aground if he doesn't come along pretty soon."