"Yes." He fidgeted, in a hurry to be off.
"Take my advice an' get out of it as soon's you can," she said. "It's a dog's life!"
Hugh went off at top speed, glad to get away. This was a side of the Circus he had not imagined, and it was not pleasant; the memory of the squalid cabin lingered with him. But he had no time to dweil on it: already he feit that Crowe would think he had been a long time. And a new problem awaited him as he ran into the tent, for Crowe had now a companion—and that companion was Big Dan!
He slipped behind him, anxiously trying to catch Crowe's eye. When he succeeded he was no better off, for the owner of the pipe merely held out his hand for his property and went on talking. Hugh approached delicately, taking cover as long as possible. He handed over the pipe, taking to his heels as he did so, dreading to hear himself called. No voice reached him, and he breathed freely to find himself outside the tent.
"What's that youngster doing?" Big Dan asked.
"Handy sort o' kid," answered Crowe, filling his pipe. "Pretty willing, I sh'd say: he's been making himself useful."
"New broom!" growled the Owner.
"Very likely. He an' Joey had the crowd tickled to death in the main street."
"Was that what the row was?" Dan asked. "I saw something happening."
"Pazo told me. They had an act all on their own." He