CHAPTER XIII
ON THE ROAD
"Come oud!" said Hans Snitzellbaum.
"I'm glad to," answered Andy Wildwood.
He took a long, refreshing draught of pure air, and stood up and stretched his cramped limbs with satisfaction.
When the Man with the Iron Jaw had whispered to the fat musician outside the dressing tent guarded by Wagner's assistants, he had asked him to get Andy out of the clutches of the constable.
The fat sides of Hans Snitzellbaum shook with jollity, and his merry eye twinkled at the hint conveyed by Andy's staunch friend.
When Hans came inside the tent, a whispered word to Andy was sufficient to make the young fugitive understand what was coming.
Hans removed the top head of his big bass drum. Andy snuggled along the rounded woodwork of the instrument, and the drum head was replaced.
The double load was a pretty heavy one for the portly musician to handle, but all went well.