“Yes, the boy only stood up for his rights,” said another voice.
“We want no fighting here, Leo Dunbar,” said Lambert. “Another such scene and you may be discharged.”
And off went the general manager to inspect the mending of the tent.
He might have spoken even more severely, but he had seen Leo’s wonderful leap and realized what fine mettle there was in the lad.
Snipper remained out of sight, nor did he appear again until the evening performance.
Having finished changing his clothing, Leo walked outside and mingled with the crowd of town people.
He knew but few of them, as since he had worked on Daniel Hawkins’ farm he had been to Hopsville but seldom.
He wandered around to the museum, or side show, and while looking at the gigantic pictures displayed, was rather taken aback to see Daniel Hawkins and his wife standing not two yards away.
“My gracious!” murmured Leo to himself, and he lost no time in moving back.
As will be remembered, Daniel Hawkins had received two tickets for the show from the men who had come after the escaped lion.