Though duly impressed by these spectacular features, the boys had seen similar ones before. What especially fastened their attention was the picture of an Eskimo chief with his trained walrus. This was a novelty, and as such had a special and instant appeal.
“Gee!” said Billy wistfully, “how I wish we could see them. This is the same circus I was telling you fellows about a few days ago.”
“Where is it showing?” asked Bobby, as a thought struck him.
“Bayport,” replied Fred, reading from the bottom of the poster. “They’re to be in that town to-day. Where is Bayport?”
Bobby rushed into the station.
“Can you tell me where Bayport is?” he asked the station agent.
“Sure,” replied the latter. “It’s about fifteen miles from here on a branch line. Want to go there? A train will be along in about fifteen minutes.”
“If we go there, can we get back this afternoon in time for the Clinton train?” Bobby inquired.
“That depends on how long you want to stay there,” the agent answered. “There’s a train leaves there about five that would bring you back here in plenty of time.”
Bobby thought for a moment. The circus performance began at two. It would probably be over by half past four. That would give them plenty of time to catch the five o’clock train back.