"We come on business. There is a boy here that we want to find," replied one of the men.
"You must leave the tent," said the manager, rather sharply.
"I am a constable, and there is a boy about here that I want."
"What's his name?"
"They call him Noddy Newman."
"What do you want of him?"
"That's my business," answered the constable, rudely. "The boy came into the ring this afternoon during the show, and I suppose he belongs to the company."
"That's the fellow!" exclaimed the other constable, pointing to Noddy, who was trying to take himself off without being noticed.
"That's Arthur De Forrest," interposed the manager.
"No, it isn't; I've known him this five years," said the man who had recognized the culprit.