"If he sees all of us coming across the grounds, he'll suspect something and sheer off."
"There's sense in that, all right," remarked Burton. "On the whole, I believe I'll change my plans."
Burton stopped one of the wagons that was moving toward the train.
"Where's Harris?" he asked of the driver of the wagon.
"He's comin' right behind me," was the answer.
Harris was Burton's brother-in-law, and had always been in the showman's confidence. He was riding on a pile of tent poles, holding a couple of trunks on the load.
"Harris," called Burton, "I want you to take this basket down to the train for me. Don't let it get out of your hands."
"Another snake in it, Burton?" queried Harris, as he reached down for the basket.
"Well," answered Burton, "I wouldn't look into it to find out. Mind what I say and don't let the basket get away from you."
Having been reassured on this point by Harris, Burton, Matt, McGlory, and Carter moved on. Picking up two men at the dismantled animal tent, Burton turned Carter over to them.