"No, you look there!" cried the man, pushing Andy towards the wagon.
"Good bye and good luck."
Andy ran and jumped to the top of the wagon, which had just started up.
Settling himself comfortably, he took a look at the banknote. His eyes started, and a flush of surprise crossed his face.
It was a fifty dollar bill.
CHAPTER XXVIII
"HEY, RUBE!"
"From bad to worse," said the Man With the Iron Jaw.
"Correct, Marco," assented Billy Blow dejectedly.
It was three weeks after the start of the southern tour of the circus.
Marco, the clown, Midget, Miss Stella Starr, Andy and about a dozen others were seated or strolling around the performers' tent about the middle of the afternoon.