They wanted to wait and see the other sections unloaded.
"In the third section there will be all animals in cages. That section has got some of the best wagons. We mustn't miss that," explained Pickles. So Freckles assented, although he could think of nothing but the pony that had just trotted away to the circus lot. Finally the last section had been unloaded, and Pickles had pointed out the owner's car, at the, very end of the last section.
"He's the High-Mucky-Muck. He allus travels in that last car, so he can see it is all moving along all right ahead of him. If there is a wreck, he is on the ground in no time. That's him, the big fat feller. I saw his picture on a bill-board the other day. Gee, I guess he is a rich guy. He could buy this whole town."
"Come, fellers, let's go to the lot," put in Freckles.
"All right," assented his companions.
