"My eyes, but you're inquisitive! Going to wash the kid down.Next time mebby he won't be so fresh."And "wash" they did.
Suddenly the full stream from the standpipe spurted down.Larry promptly let go of his captive.Teddy was right in the path of the downpour, and the next instant he was struggling in the flood.
The showman dropped him and started to run.
Teddy let out a choking howl, grasping frantically for his tormentor.A moment later the lad's hands closed over Larry's ankles, and before the man was able to free himself from the boy's grip Teddy had pulled him down and dragged him under the stream that was pouring down in a perfect deluge.The Circus Boy, being strong and muscular, was able to accomplish this with slight exertion.
Larry's companion was making no effort to assist his fallen comrade.Instead, the fellow was howling with delight.
No sooner, however, had Teddy raised the man and slammed him down on his back under the spout, than the lad let go of his victim and darted off into the shadows.Teddy realized that it was high time he was leaving.
The man, fuming with rage, uttering loud-voiced threats of vengeance, scrambled out of the flood and began rushing up and down the tracks in search of Teddy.
But the boy was nowhere to be found.He had hastily climbed over a fence, where he crouched, dripping wet, watching the antics of the enraged Larry."Guess he won't bother another boy right away," grinned Teddy, not heeding his own wet and bedraggled condition.
The two showmen finally gave up their quest, and all at once started on a run in the opposite direction.
"Now, I wonder what's made them run away like that? Surely they aren't scared of me.I wonder? Guess I'll go over and find out."Leaving his hiding place, the lad retraced his steps across the tracks until finally, coming up with a man, who proved to be the superintendent of the yard, Teddy asked him where sleeping car number eleven was located.