Outside a sudden roar broke the stillness. No sooner had he
reached the bottom of the seats than several men raised up the
side wall and came tumbling in, yelling like Comanche Indians.
Teddy cast one frightened look at them, then ran like
all possessed. What he had seen was a red-haired man in the
lead, dripping wet with hair and clothes plastered with mud
and sawdust. Larry was after the lad in full cry.
CHAPTER VII
TRYING THE CULPRIT
"Stop him!" howled Larry, as he, followed by half a dozen
blue-shirted fellows, bolted into the arena in pursuit of the lad
who had emptied the pail of muddy water over him.
Teddy, still clinging to the pail, was sprinting down the
concourse as if his very life depended upon it. A canvasman,
hearing Larry's call, and suspecting the boy was wanted for
something quite serious, rushed out, heading Teddy off.
It looked as if the lad were to be captured right here.
But Teddy Tucker was not yet at the end of his resources. He ran
straight on as if he had not observed the canvasman. Just as he
reached the man, and the latter's hands were stretched out to
intercept him, Teddy hurled the pail full in the fellow's face.
Then the lad darted to one side and fled toward the paddock.
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