a jump over the front railing of the car. Another deluge of
missiles struck the car. He noticed that his friends were safely aboard.
Andy noticed, too, that the crank handle of the motor box was in place.

"Anywhere for safety from that mob," he thought.

Grr-rr-whiz-z! The car started up. Shouts, missiles, running forms
pursued it. Andy stopped for nothing. He put on full speed.

As he turned a sharp corner, Andy caught sight of a mass of light flames
shooting upward. A crowd was in pursuit of the car. Shouts, shots and
the roars of the animals in the menagerie caused a wild din. His
inclinations lured him back to the scene of the excitement. His duty,
however, seemed plain; to follow out Marco's instructions and convey his
charges to a place of safety.

At a cross street some one hailed the car. Andy simply shot ahead the
faster. Soon they reached the limits of the town. Andy bent his ear, and
caught the distant clang of the trolley wagon.

He had stolen a car, and they were in pursuit. The general temper was
adverse to the circus folks. Andy kept the car going.

Miss Starr came to the front door of the car and stepped out on the
platform beside Andy.

"Brave boy," she said simply.

"Miss Starr, what are your plans?" he asked.

"Anything to get away from this horrid town," she said. "I am not afraid
but what our tent men will teach that mob a lesson. They always do, in
these riots. I have seen a dozen of them in my time. The police, too,
will finally restore order. As to the show, though--the southern trip
is over."

"Then you don't want to go back to Lacon?"

"Why should we? Our traps are probably burned, or stolen. If not, they
will be sent on to us on direction. The show can't possibly survive.
Billy and his boy couldn't stand the strain of any more trouble. No,"
sighed the equestrienne, "it is plain that we must seek another
position."

Andy again heard the gong of the repair wagon. He thought fast. Putting
on renewed speed, he never halted until they had covered about four
miles. Here was a little cluster of houses. He stopped the car.

"Come with me, quick," he directed his friends, entering the car and
taking up Midget in his arms.

Andy had been over this territory the day previous doing some exigency
bill-posting service.

He led the way down a quiet street. After walking about four squares
they reached railroad tracks and a little station. This was locked up
and dark within. On the platfor