At last the donkey was subdued and led to the place where he was
to spend the night. But they had to rope him in to prevent his
kicking the other stock through the side of the boat.
Fat Marie herself came waddling along about this time, blowing
like a miniature steam engine.
"Gangway! Gangway!" shrieked Marie, in a high-pitched,
shrill voice.
Teddy was nearly crowded off the gangplank.
"See here, where are you going? Don't you know there's a crazy
donkey in there?"
"Going to my cabin to seek sweet repose," squeaked Marie.
"What! Are you going to live on this boat?"
"That's what. If I can get up to the sky parlor where my
'boodwah' is. Come, help me up the stairs; that's a
good boy, Teddy."
"I helped you once. That was enough for me. Say, Marie?"
"What is it, my lad?"
"If the boat should be wrecked in one of the terrible storms
that sweep this raging river you had better grab the anchor the
first thing."
"Why grab the anchor?"
"You'll sink quicker," laughed the Circus Boy, darting out to the
dock and leaning against a wagon wheel.
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