cheerily. "I am glad you are here. I know you will like the circus, and you will have great times driving Sir Wilton."
"I am sure I will, sir," returned Freckles simply.
At one end of the sleeper there was a small restaurant. Here ice-cream and coffee were served to the weary circus people, ice-cream being their favorite dish before retiring. The ringmaster secured dishes for himself and Freckles, and they sat down and ate with the jolly crowd. All were joking and laughing and telling amusing stories of the day's doings.
"Boys," said the ringmaster in a lull in the conversation, "I have got a pretty good story to tell you to-night. This boy is the new driver for Sir Wilton. His name is Harry Wilson, but I know you will all call him Freckles. Isn't that what the boys call you?"
"Yes," said Freckles blushing.
"Tony had another fit of temper to-day and whipped Sir Wilton unreasonably.
