In the disturbance Joel Carrow slipped away without even thanking Bob for the service which had been rendered to him.
“But that’s just like him,” thought Bob. “He wouldn’t thank me even if I saved his life.”
He left the tent with several others, the swindler shaking his fist after the youth.
By this time the fair was about over for the day, and after a short walk among the exhibits in the main building, Bob left the grounds.
He had accepted Willett’s invitation to remain at the latter’s house all night, and when he reached the place he found supper awaiting him.
The family were all seated out on the porch, and they made such a fine group that Bob took a tintype of them, while it was still light, he having brought along an outfit for such pictures. The tintype he presented to Mrs. Willett, much to that lady’s pleasure.
“I should think it would be fun taking pictures,” said she.
“And worth money, too,” added her husband.
“It is both, and it is also perilous,” returned Bob, and he told of the adventure with the prize bull.
“My! it’s lucky you weren’t killed!” cried the woman. “Weren’t you scared?”