He had stolen a car, and they were in pursuit. The general temper was adverse to the circus folks. Andy kept the car going.
Miss Starr came to the front door of the car and stepped out on the platform beside Andy.
"Brave boy," she said simply.
"Miss Starr, what are your plans?" he asked.
"Anything to get away from this horrid town," she said. "I am not afraid but what our tent men will teach that mob a lesson. They always do, in these riots. I have seen a dozen of them in my time. The police, too, will finally restore order. As to the show, though—the southern trip is over."
"Then you don't want to go back to Lacon?"
"Why should we? Our traps are probably burned, or stolen. If not, they will be sent on to us on direction. The show can't possibly survive. Billy and his boy couldn't stand the strain of any more trouble. No," sighed the equestrienne, "it is plain that we must seek another position."
Andy again heard the gong of the repair wagon. He thought fast. Putting on renewed speed, he never halted until they had covered about four miles. Here was a little cluster of houses. He stopped the car.
"Come with me, quick," he directed his friends, entering the car and taking up Midget in his arms.
Andy had been over this territory the day previous doing some exigency bill-posting service.