The elephant trainer waited patiently until the gentleman stopped for breath, then he took off his hat and suggested in a tone of deprecation:
"Beg your pardon, sir, but the price for leading the grand march is fifty cents at the evening performance."
"I 'll have you arrested—I 'll swear out an injunction and stop the whole show!" thundered Mr. Carter, as he stalked toward the entrance.
Peter, coming to a sudden appreciation of his own peril, slipped out behind him. He ran smack into Billy who was hovering about the door.
"So I caught ye," hissed Peter. "Get back to them horses as fast as ye can," and he started on a run, shoving Billy before him. Mr. Carter, fortunately not knowing where to find the carriages, was blundering around on the other side.
"What's yer hurry?" gasped Billy.
"Get up and shut up," said Peter senten-
