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.
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