"I don't know. Just a scrawled note. The messenger who brought it is going to take me to him."
"Oh, Joe, I'm so glad you've heard from him. I liked him."
"I did too. I hope I can continue to like him. But I'm afraid, from the tone of his note, that he's broken his pledge. However, we can't expect too much. Don't go away for an hour or so. I'll be back as soon as I can and I'll tell you all about it."
"I'll wait for you," promised Helen.
As Joe hurried across the arena he saw the tent man who had given him the note.
"Where's the boy?" he asked.
"I took him to your tent. Paddy Flynn is there and Loper. Is anything the matter, Mr. Strong?"
"Oh, nothing that can't be made right, I hope."
Joe found a red-haired boy sitting on the edge of a folding chair in the dressing tent. The lad was looking wonderingly about the place.
"Did you bring this note?" asked Joe, showing the crumpled paper.