Cautiously he made his way from rock to rock, taking chances more than once that would have made many a boy shudder, grow dizzy and fall.
At last the top of the well was reached once more.
Griswold had disappeared, but he resolved to follow the man’s trail, if the thing could be done.
“Ought to have one of our Indians along,” he thought. There were sixteen of the redmen traveling with the “Greatest Show on Earth.”
But the path through the brush was plain enough. It led to the road which Leo had originally pursued when coming out for a walk.
When our hero reached the road he saw an old farmer driving along. Evidently the old man was just coming from town.
“Hold on, sir, I want to talk to you!” cried Leo.
“What’s the matter?” asked the farmer, surveying our hero’s torn and muddy clothing in curiosity.
“Did you meet a man on his way to town—a man with a queer walk?”
“I did.”