“Ha! Now is my chance to get away!” Tamba thought. “My cage will break open and I can get out! Now I can go back to my jungle!”
CHAPTER II
TAMBA’S FUNNY TRICK
Bang! Crack! Crash! went the thunder, and the cage of Tamba, the tame tiger, as it slid along the slippery, muddy road, and struck a tree, made much the same noise, only not so loud.
Tamba himself, inside the iron-barred cage, was feeling much better than when he had had the sliver in his paw. His foot was almost well now, and he could step on it, though he limped a little.
“When my cage goes to smash I’ll slip out and run away,” thought Tamba. “I’m going to have lots of fun when I get back to my jungle.”
Over and over rolled the cage, for the horses had broken loose from it and were running away. Many other of the circus animal cages were being broken in the storm.
Tamba’s cage struck one tree, bounced away from that and hit another. Then it came to a stop, and Tamba, who had been rolling about inside, being sometimes on his head and sometimes on his feet, and again turning somersaults—Tamba, at last, found himself quiet.