“Well, he says it’s all right,” said Bob cheerfully, “and Dan doesn’t lie. I vote we get some dinner and——”
“Hold on a bit!” cried Nelson. “Let me see that bill.”
He took it and looked it over carefully. Then he gave a sigh of relief.
“It seems to be all right,” he said. “I didn’t know but what it might be a fake or something. You never can tell what Dan will do.”
“That’s so,” the others agreed.
And a few hours later they were more certain of it than ever.
[CHAPTER XII]
WITNESSES THE FIRST APPEARANCE OF “DANELLO”
They found their dinners at the first house they applied at, and good, generous dinners they were. At a quarter of two they were returning to the circus ground, and not alone. The vicinity for two weeks past had been well sprinkled with glowing posters advertising “America’s Greatest Circus and Hippodrome,” and now the result was in evidence. The road to the field was lined with pedestrians and filled with vehicles. The mud-specked family carryall of the farmer or the spring wagon with boards forming extra seats for the accommodation of a large family rubbed hubs with the natty phaeton or rubber-tired station ’bus from the summer settlement. That thoroughly American vehicle, the buggy, showed the national spirit of independence by rattling along in the way of impatient and arrogant English carts and supercilious French touring cars. Tom’s eyes hung out of his head.