"You say he is a fine rider?" he said, changing the subject.
"Oh, yes; he's well enough."
"But if anything should startle the horse or frighten him, anything unexpectedly, I mean, he would be in some danger of being thrown off, wouldn't he?"
"That's so!" said Carden, as if a sudden idea had dawned upon his mind.
"It seems a dangerous business, this," said the stranger, carelessly. "If, now, some malicious person should throw something at the horse when he was in the ring, it might prove dangerous to the boy."
"So it would!" said Carden, eagerly.
"Well, my friend," said the stranger, rising, "I see we've drained the bottle. Suppose we go out again."
When they emerged into the street, Fitzgerald, for it was he, shook hands with the canvas man, and said: "Well, I must go back to the hotel. I hope to meet you again, my friend."
"I think I've set things in train," thought Fitzgerald. "I will attend the circus this evening."