have to live rough an' eat rough, and run odd jobs for every one, an' never whimper when you're tired. Now I've put it plain an' straight to you, an' if you don't like the idea, there's always the Home. Which do you say?"
Hugh did not hesitate. He was quite unable to picture Circus life as anything but joyful, even if it did include odd jobs and "eating rough." The thing that loomed huge and terrifying was the idea of being given over to the police, who were only connected in his mind with handcuffs and prisons. The words tumbled from his mouth.
"Oh, don't give me to the police! I'll work like fury. And I don't eat much!"
Mrs. Dan's heart smote her, but she had her own reasons for remaining stern.
"Lor!" she said, "you can eat as much as you get time to eat, an' that ain't always much. Well, now you understand how things are. I'll try an' get you room to travel on Jeff Poole's lorry: he's a decent young fellow, an' he'11 teach you the ropes. Keep away from the horses unless you're told to go near them, an' never go near the cats. An' remember, you're only on trial, an' I can't make any promises for Mr. Peterson. Whether he keeps you or not depends on how useful you are. Now you can go an' sit down again."
Hugh turned the situation over as the caravan crawled along the bush road. He was not at all dismayed at the prospect Mrs. Dan had drawn. At least it meant that he had not to solve for himself the awful problem of