He therefore applied the trick he had thought of; then something
happened to January. The donkey struck the planking of the pier
flat on his back, his feet beating the air viciously.
"Whoa, January!"
Teddy flopped the animal on its side, then calmly sat down on the
donkey's head. He had thrown the beast as prettily as ever had a
wrestler an adversary.
The Circus Boy began mopping the perspiration from his brow.
"Warm, isn't it?" he said, tilting his eyes up to where
Mr. Sparling had been watching the proceedings from the
top of a wagon.
"You certainly look the part. Now, what are you going to do with
that fool donkey?"
"I'm going to sit on his head until I get ready to get up.
Then, if somebody will lend me a whip, I'll tan his jacket
to my own taste."
January uttered a loud bray.
"Well, do something," shouted a canvasman. "We can't wait all
night on the gait of that donkey."
"All right; if any of you fellows think you know the inside
workings of a donkey's mind better than I do, just come and
lead this angelic creature on board the 'Fat Marie.
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