CHAPTER V
TAMBA IN A BARN
With the smashed circus cars, the broken animal cages, with some of the jungle beasts, including the elephants, cut and bruised, with shoutings, growlings, roarings and tootings going on, the scene at the circus train wreck was a terrible one. It was no wonder that Tamba, the tame tiger, wanted to run away from it all and get to a quiet place. And this he did.
He crawled out of his cage, that had been broken when it slipped off the smashed car, and gave one last look at it in the darkness.
“Good-by, old cage!” said Tamba, softly, as he turned to run away. “I’ve been in you for the last time. I’m never coming back to the circus!”
Leaving the noise and confusion of the circus wreck behind him, Tamba slunk off into the tall grass that grew in the fields beside the railroad track. The accident had happened at a lonely place, and there were no houses near at hand.
“Ha! This is a little like the jungle where I used to live!” thought Tamba, as he slunk through the tall grass. “I can hide here until I see which way to go to get back home.”