were again in the shafts, and again the long procession moved off. Hugh found himself traveling in a very different way to the splendor of the blue caravan. With Jeff's hand to help, and a lift from Carl, he gained the summit of the high load, making himself a kind of nest in the canvas, from which he looked down on the plodding horses and could see the whole line ahead. He thought it glorious: a thousand times better than being shut up within walls, no matter how splendid. The canvas was comfortable: the sun beat down pleasantly: and he loved to see the Circus before him, winding snakelike along the track. By turning round and worming his way a little further back along the road, with due regard for the sprawling legs of Micky and Jeff, he could watch the elephants hauling the cages, whence came now and then a deep growl that gave him a delightful shiver. But best of all he liked to lie in the front and watch the horses: pair after pair, pacing along quietly, knowing their business so well that a driver was scarcely needed.
His spirits rose rapidly. At first he had been afraid of being handed over to the men—afraid of the unknown. Now he seemed to have slipped quietly into his new job, and there was nothing to fear—so long as he did not get in Big Dan's way, or encounter a policeman. Hugh was very sure that if speed would save him he would do neither.
Thoughts of his father did not trouble him. Father had gone, and some day he would come back, and then