The breath seemed clear knocked out of Andy's body. The shock of the blow from the stake deprived him of consciousness.
Andy opened his eyes in about two minutes. He found himself lying on the ground, half-a-dozen circus employees gathered around him.
"Help me up," said Andy in a confused way. "I mustn't miss giving Midge his medicine."
"Eh—the clown's boy?" spoke one of the men sharply.
"Oh," said Andy, regaining his senses more completely, "have I been here long?"
"About two minutes."
"Then Midge is all right—oh, dear!"
Andy, trying to arise, gasped and tottered weakly. The man who had addressed him seemed to be a sort of boss of the others. He held Andy firmly as he said:
"Belong with Billy Blow? All right, we'll take you to his tent. But, say—what did those fellows knock you out for?"
"Did you see the fellows?" inquired Andy.