"It's Phil Forrest!" shouted the owner.
He sprang forward and with a mighty tug, jerked the tentman free
of the Circus Boy's body. At that instant the fellow leaped to
his feet and started to run.
"Stop him!" howled Phil.
Teddy, who had come running up, suddenly stooped over and
constituting himself a battering ram, ran full tilt into the
tentman, the boy's head landing in the pit of the circus
hand's stomach. The fellow went down, whereupon Teddy
promptly sat on him until the others reached the scene.
"Now, what does this mean?" demanded the showman sternly.
"It means that I caught this fellow cutting the net. If you will
look at it you will find it to be badly mutilated, I think."
An examination proved that Phil was right. Mr. Sparling had all
he could do to prevent the angry circus men from wreaking their
vengeance on the wretch then and there.
Teddy, in the meantime, had been peering into the man's face.
"I know him! I know him!" howled the Circus Boy, dancing about.
"You know him?"
"Yes, do you remember Bad Eye who was mixed up with Red Larry,
the fellow we sent to jail two or three seasons ago?"
"Yes.
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