TRYING THE CULPRIT
"Stop him!" howled Larry, as he, followed by half a dozen blue-shirted fellows, bolted into the arena in pursuit of the lad who had emptied the pail of muddy water over him.
Teddy, still clinging to the pail, was sprinting down the concourse as if his very life depended upon it.A canvasman, hearing Larry's call, and suspecting the boy was wanted for something quite serious, rushed out, heading Teddy off.It looked as if the lad were to be captured right here.
But Teddy Tucker was not yet at the end of his resources.He ran straight on as if he had not observed the canvasman.Just as he reached the man, and the latter's hands were stretched out to intercept him, Teddy hurled the pail full in the fellow's face.Then the lad darted to one side and fled toward the paddock.
The canvasman had joined the procession by this time.Into the dressing tent burst the boy, followed by Larry, the others having brought up sharply just before reaching the dressing room, knowing full well that they had no business there and that their presence would be quickly and effectively resented.Larry, consumed with rage, did not stop to think about this, so he dashed on blindly to his fate.
At first the circus performers in the dressing tent could not imagine what was going on.Clotheslines came down, properties were upset and in a moment the tent was in confusion.
"Stop that!" bellowed an irate performer.
Larry gave no heed to the command, and Teddy was in too big a hurry to stop to explain.
Suddenly Phil Forrest, realizing that his little companion was in danger, gave a leap.He landed on Larry's back, pinioning the fellow's arms to his sides.
"You stop that now!You let him alone!" commanded Phil.
Before the canvasman could make an effort to free himself, Mr.Miaco, the head clown, took a hand in the proceedings.Throwing Phil from thetentman, Miaco jerked Larry about, and demanded to know what he meant by intruding on the privacy of the dressing tent in that manner.
"I want that kid," he growled."Put him out!" howled a voice."What do you want him for?""He--he dumped a pail of water over me.I'll get even with him.I'll--"
"How about this, Master Teddy?" questioned Mr.Miaco.
Teddy explained briefly how the fellow Larry and a companion hadducked him under the water tank, and had ruined his clothes, together with causing him to miss his train.
"This demands investigation," decided Mr.Miaco gravely."Fellows, it is evident that we had better try this man.That is the best way to dispose of his case.""Yes, yes; try him!" they shouted."Whom shall we have for judge?" "Oscar, the midget!"The Smallest Man on Earth was quickly boosted to the top of a property box.
"Vot iss?" questioned the midget, his wizened, yellow little face wrinkling into a questioning smile.
"We are going to try this fellow, Larry, and you are to be the judge." "Yah," agreed Oscar, after which he subsided, listening to theproceedings that followed, with grave, expressionless eyes.It is doubtful if Oscar understood what it was all about, but his gravity and judicial manner sent the whole dressing tent into an uproar of merriment.
After the evidence was all in, the entire company taking part in testifying, amid much merriment--for the performers entered into the spirit of the trial like a lot of schoolboys--Oscar was asked to decide what should be done with the prisoner Larry.
Oscar was at a loss to know how to answer."Duck him," suggested one.
This was an inspiration to Oscar.He smiled broadly."Yah, dat iss.""What iss?" demanded the Tallest Man On Earth."Talk United States.""Yah," agreed Oscar, smiling seraphically."Duck um.""Larry, it is the verdict of this court that you be ducked, as the only fitting punishment for one who has committed the crime of laying hands on a Circus Boy.Are we all agreed on the punishment meted out by the dignified judge?""Yes, yes!" they shouted."The rain barrel for him." "Men, do your duty!" cried Mr.Miaco.
"I wouldn't do that," interposed Phil."You haven't any more right to duck him than he had to put Teddy under the water tank.It isn't right."But they gave no heed to his protests.Willing hands grabbed the red- headed tentman, whose kicks and struggles availed him nothing.Raising him over the barrel of water they soused him in head first, ducking him again and again.
