Mart also heard about the attack and came to Leo full of fear.
“Oh, Leo, do be careful in the future,” he pleaded. “What if that bad man should take your life!”
Two days passed, and as the young gymnast neither saw nor heard of Griswold, he began again to feel a bit easier in mind.
But one afternoon, while walking in the vicinity of the lake, Leo’s attention was attracted to a small steam tug which was tying up at a wharf.
“Look! look!” he shouted to Carl, who was with him. “It is Griswold, and Broxton, who was discharged from the circus for drunkenness, is with him.”
“Shall I call a policeman?”
“Yes. I’ll watch them.”
Carl hurried off. Ere he had taken a dozen steps Griswold caught sight of Leo and whispered something the young gymnast could not catch.
Both rascals were on the point of leaving the steam tug, but now they changed their minds and ordered the captain to cut loose and move on.
“Stop!” called out Leo, and ran to the edge of the wharf.