At least he appeared to be, for he stood still. He stood still
just a few seconds too long.
Teddy had seized the rope. With it he made a quick twist about
the body of the pilot, taking two turns, then drawing the rope
tight and tying it, thus pinioning the hands and arms of the
pilot to his sides.
"Yip-yeow!" howled Teddy.
The show people shrieked with delight.
"You'll tie up a Circus Boy, will you?" jeered Teddy.
"You'll have to grow some first. No Rube with a bunch of
whiskers on his face like that ever lived who could tie up
a real circus man."
Teddy had drawn nearer to impress his words upon the pilot, when
all of a sudden the man's hands gripped the lad. The boy never
had felt quite so strong a grip on his body. Cummings had not
handled a pilot wheel on the Mississippi for thirty years without
acquiring some strength in hands and arms.
Teddy, failing to pull away, grappled with his antagonist,
all in the best of humor, though his face bore its usual
solemn expression.
"Gangway," cried Teddy humorously. "I'm going to give him a bath
in the river.
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