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He run away from his lawful guardeens and protectors. I'll show him!" and he snapped the whiplash savagely again. "He sha'n't show him in that way if I can help it," thought Agnes. But all she said aloud was: "There is no boy living here." "Heh? how's that, Miss?" said Sorber, suspiciously. Agnes repeated her statement. "But you know where he does hang out?" said Sorber, slily, "I'll be bound!"
We had a sacred cow, a white elephant, and a Wild Man of Borneo that you couldn't have told from the real thing he was dumb, poor fellow, and so the sounds he made when they prodded him sounded just as wild as wild could be! "But you can't satisfy some folks," declared Mr. Sorber, warmly. "And there those roughs was shouting for their money.
He hasn't even told the school principal or the man he lives with or Ruth or anybody," declared Agnes. Mr. Sorber looked really amazed. He mopped his bald crown again and the color in his face deepened. "Why, whizzle take me!" ejaculated the showman, in surprise, "he's ashamed of us!" Tess's kindly little heart came to the rescue immediately.
Sorber. "Just born with a nateral hate for us, I guess. Anyway, I seen there was likely to be a big clem that's what we say for 'fight' in the show business and I didn't get far from the lions no, ma'am!" "Were you afraid some of the bad men might hurt your lions, sir?" asked Dot, with anxiety. "You can't never tell what a man that's mad is going to do," admitted the old showman, seriously.
Sorber has come here to see him." At that Dot came forward and put her morsel of hand into the showman's enormous fist. "You are very welcome, Neale's uncle," she said, bashfully. "We think Neale is a very nice boy, and if we had a boy in our family we'd want one just like Neale wouldn't we, Tess?" "Ye-es," grudgingly admitted the older girl. "If we had to have a boy.
"So the lions saved your money for you?" quoth Tess, agreeably. "That's most int'resting isn't it, Dot?" "I I wouldn't ever expect them to be so kind from the way they roar," announced the littlest Corner House girl, honestly. She had a vivid remembrance of the big cats that she had seen in the circus the previous summer. "They're like folks to a degree," said Mr. Sorber, soberly.
And he does make us a tidy bit of money each season and some of that's to his credit in the bank I've seen to it myself. "He's my own sister's boy. I I used to play with him when he was a little bit of a feller don't you remember them times, Neale?" "Yes, sir," said the boy, with hanging head. "But I'm too big for play now. I want to learn I want to know." Mr. Sorber looked at him a long time.
"Oh, he couldn't be ashamed of his uncle, sir," she said. "And Neale is, really, a very nice boy. He would not be ashamed of any of his relations. No, sir." "Well, mebbe not," grumbled Mr. Sorber; "but it looks mightily like it." Despite the roughness and uncouth manner of the man, the children "got under his skin" as the saying is.
It read as follows: STRAYED,OR RUNAWAY FROM HIS GUARDIAN: Boy, 15, slight figure, very light hair, may call himself Sorber, or Jakeway. His Guardian will pay FIFTY DOLLARS for information of his safety, or for his recovery. Address Twomley & Sorber's Herculean Circus and Menagerie, en-route. Ruth read this through; but she read it idly.
The laugh seemed to bring Neale back to a better mind. He sighed and then shrugged his shoulders. "We'll find Ruth," he said, with determination, "and then drive home. I'll see what Mr. Murphy says, and then see Mr. Sorber." "But he's come to take you away, Neale!" cried Agnes. "What good will it do for me to run? He knows I'm here," said the boy, hopelessly.
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