"He may have come out from under the influence just long enough to give a whoop," suggested the cowboy.
"Let's go back and hunt up Burton," said Matt. "He'll want his monkey wagon, and, of course, we've got to get hold of Carl."
"It's news to discover that Ben Ali is a hypnotist," observed McGlory, as he and Matt whirled and started to retrace the ground over which they had just passed.
"I told you these Hindoos were a crafty set," answered Matt.
The doors were open and the crowd was vanishing inside the big tents. The grounds were not so congested with people as they had been, and it was easier to get about and hunt for Burton.
As it chanced, they ran plump into the manager just as they were rounding the dressing tent at the end of the circus "top."
Burton was red and perspiring, and there was wrath in his face.
"I've been looking all around for you fellows," he cried. "You can run one of these here buzz-wagons, can't you, Matt?"
"Yes," replied Matt, "but——"
"Come along," interrupted Burton, grabbing Matt by the arm, "we haven't any time to spare."