He noted with satisfaction that the derrick had been only partly dismantled and that the rusty steel cable was coiled up in a pile beside the heavy upright. Then he returned to the roadside and approached the agitated little manager.
"We are the Guardians of the Highways for Woodbridge, sir," he said, "and we would—"
"You are the WHAT!" roared the manager.
"The Guardians of the Highways and—"
"Well, why in tarnation didn't yuh guard 'em then? I—I—I—"
Bruce interrupted the sputtering manager by pointing to the red light.
"There's our light. We did our part. It must have been your fault. But no matter; we'll help you get the animal out of the quarry if you'll let us.
"How'll yuh do it? Haven't got a thing in my outfit t' pull him out with."
"Oh, we'll do it all right," said Bruce. Then briefly he outlined his plan to the skeptical circus manager. And when he had finished talking the old man looked at him in amazement.
"Can you do all that?" he demanded.