“No, but you could get lost very easily.”
“Oh, see the camels! They are going for a drink, I guess.”
“Well, they have to have water the same as the other animals.”
“Oh, what was that?” cried Dot, as a gigantic roar rent the air.
“That must have been a lion,” answered Ruth.
“Oh, do you think he’ll get loose?” exclaimed Tess, holding back a little.
“I guess not.”
“It’s the same old crowd,” remarked Neale, as he looked on the familiar scenes about the circus tent, while Mr. Howbridge walked along with Ruth. Agnes and Neale were together, and Dot and Tess had hold of hands. Hank, after the arrival at the grounds, said he would travel around by himself, as he saw some men he knew. He agreed to be back at the canal boat at five o’clock, after the show.
“Wait until I get you a ticket,” Neale said, as the mule driver was about to separate from them. Going to the red and gold wagon, Neale stepped to the window. The man inside was busy selling tickets and tossing the money taken in to an assistant, who sorted and counted it.
“How many?” asked the man in the ticket wagon, hardly looking up.