“Great Scott!” breathed Charlie, grasping Bob by the arm.
The three towering forms were swinging wildly toward them, the nearest threatening to plunge full tilt against the motor car.
CHAPTER XVIII
A ROUGH TRIP
“Victor, wouldn’t it be better for you to skip back to the hotel?” asked Dave, looking anxiously at the sky.
The lawyer’s son thought of the dark, gloomy streets through which he would be obliged to pass; then the idea of actually traveling with a circus appealed strongly to his imagination.
“No, Brownie,” he answered, decidedly.
“Joe,” said Dave, turning toward the circus boy, “I see the light of a drug store over yonder; guess they have a ’phone. I’m going to call up the hotel. Can you wait, Joe?”
“Sure, Dave. But if Whiffin ketches me busy at doin’ nothin’ it means a callin’ down—see?”
“All right, Joe; we’ll hurry,” said Dave, encouragingly.
“An’ while you’re gone I’ll help git the elephants ready,” announced Joe, with sudden decision. “Them three old codgers goes ahead o’ us.”