Meanwhile there was nothing for the others to do save wait, and nervous waiting it was. Not that the circus could not go on without the lion, but people would not be very likely to come to the evening performance when they knew a savage lion was loose in the neighborhood. They would prefer to remain in their homes.
There, too, was the trouble that would be caused if some one were injured or killed by the beast.
"It sure is tough luck!" complained Jim Tracy.
"Sure is," agreed Joe.
Gradually matters quieted down in the animal tent, and while some of the performers went to supper Joe spoke to Mr. Fleet about giving Toto another trial at the water jump.
"We've got to go on with the show, lion or no lion," said Joe, "and we might as well practise that act."
The dog trainer agreed with him, and they brought in Toto.
"Now, Toto," said his master, "be nice, and do what we want you to. Up you go."
He had the little dog in his arms and was walking toward the platform on which Joe's tank stood. But Toto acted very strangely. He trembled and whined, and seemed to want to get out of Mr. Fleet's arms.
"Why, why now! Steady!" murmured the trainer soothingly. "What's the matter, Toto?"