A crowd lined the out freight tracks as Ralph reached the depot yards.
A circus had come to town, and the menagerie vans had been switched on the street sidings early that morning.
Now the big circus wagons were unloading these, to convey them to the tent site up on the common.
Some of the cages were uncovered purposely to advertise the coming show. This had drawn a throng of excited urchins and the loungers from lower Railroad Street.
Ralph halted for a minute or two, watching the removal of some of the cages.
He moved up to one that was the center of a peering, engrossed crowd. Those present acted as though something was going on out of the common.
A person who seemed to be the manager of the show, and looking quite serious and important, was giving some instructions to half a dozen circus hands.
Three of these latter had armed themselves with long pikes. Another carried a pole with a crooked iron end, resembling a giant chicken catcher. A fifth had a stout rope with a chain end forming a halter. The last of the group carried an enormous wire muzzle.
