“You say,” the latter remarked as they passed me, “that you want ‘Horace’ delivered at once?”
“Yes,” replied the doctor concisely.
“All right. Hank, call the gang, unload the cage and put Horace in that red single cage. Dr. Calgroni has relieved us of him!”
At this, Simple Will approached the surgeon and touched his sleeve.
“You buy hairy animal-man?” he mumbled.
The doctor laid his blue-veined and thin old hand upon Will’s broad shoulder.
“Yes, Will, and I’m going to give you a job—a job as his valet!” The show men exchanged winks, and from the car rolled an empty, iron-barred cage. Will’s expressionless features twisted into what on his idiot countenance registered pleasure.
Dr. Calgroni beckoned to the man whom I had seen deliver the strange-appearing boxes that first afternoon.
“Got your team?”
The fellow nodded.