"Sprinkle some salt on the donkey's tail," suggested another.
Dan leaped to the donkey's head.
Instantly the animal whirled. Dan, seeing what was about to occur, threw himself forward just as the hind hoofs of the animal shot out, the boy falling against the donkey's legs and hips.
The Battleship Boy was lifted right up into the air. He landed in a heap some fifteen feet away.
The jackies yelled themselves hoarse, while Dan got up, rubbing himself and grinning sheepishly.
A crash at that instant attracted their attention to the bazaar. Mr. Donkey, with the red-headed boy's arms wrapped about its neck, had bolted into the bazaar.
