"Well, we're off again," remarked Joe, as, with Benny and some of their friends, they got back in their berths.
"Not much more chance for sleep, though," the "human fish" remarked, dolefully enough.
"Oh, I think I can manage to get some," said, Joe, as he covered up, for the morning was a bit chilly.
"I hope my glass tank didn't get cracked in the mix-up," remarked Benny. "It wouldn't take much to make that leak, and I've had troubles enough of late without that."
"Oh, I guess it's perfectly safe," remarked Joe, sleepily.
The excitement caused by the derailing was soon forgotten. Circus men are used to strenuous happenings. They live in the midst of excitement, and a little, more or less, does not bother them. Most of them slept even through the work of getting the train back on the rails.
Of course the circus was late in getting in—that is the derailed train with its quota of performers was. Early in the morning, when they should have been on the siding near the grounds, the train was still puffing onward.
Joe arose, got a cup of coffee in the buffet car, and went on ahead to inquire about Helen and some of his friends in the other coach.
"Oh, I didn't mind it much," Helen said, when Joe asked her about it. "I felt a few bumps, and I thought we had just struck a poor spot in the roadbed."
"She hasn't any more nerves than you have, Joe Strong," declared Mrs. Talfo, "the fat lady."