"Lean over," whispered the clown, "close to the ground."
As he did so, Jerry felt his forehead brush something that felt exactly like the canvas of a tent.
"Now," said the clown, "good-by till you speak to me in the circus."
"Good-by," whispered Jerry in a daze of delight and mystery.
He heard a swishing sound and then felt the clown push him along on the ground. A moment later he felt two thumps on his back and he started in to count. He reached twenty without feeling another thump and opened his eyes.
CHAPTER X
"Great Sult Anna O'Queen"
Jerry knew that he was in the circus tent although he had not expected it to be anything like that. A band was playing and hundreds and hundreds of persons, mostly children, were sitting on boards, each one raised a little higher than the others, and whistling and clapping their hands. And clear around the tent were other sections of seats, all filled with men and women and children. Eyes wide open with wonder at the smell and the bigness of the tent and the paraphernalia used by the performers, Jerry rose to his feet. He looked back of him, but only the canvas side of the tent met his gaze. Whiteface, the clown, had entirely disappeared!