But the best-laid plans sometimes
go wrong.
The bass drummer was pounding his drum right in line with
the window. Teddy did not see the drum until too late to
change his course. His head hit the drum with a bang.
He went clear through it, his head protruding from the
other side. And there he stuck!
"Oh, wow!" howled the Circus Boy.
The other members of the band, discovering that the drum was
no longer marking time for them, got out of tune and came to
a discordant stop.
The leader, whose side had been toward the drummer at the time,
did not know what had happened. He was furious. He was about
to upbraid them when he discovered the head of Teddy Tucker
protruding from the head of the drum.
"Wha--wha--what--"
The bass drummer paid no attention to him. Instead he grabbed
the offending boy by the feet, bracing his own feet against the
rim of the instrument, and began to pull. The drummer was red
in the face, perspiring and angry.
Teddy popped out like a pea from a pod. The Circus Boy was not
yet out of his trouble. With unlooked-for strength the irate
drummer threw the lad over his knees, face down, and raised the
drumstick aloft.
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