"If the little horse is all right, I don't mind about myself."
The ringmaster clapped Freckles on the back in a friendly way. "Oh, he's all right, and you are all right, too. You will make a good pair. I am glad I have found you, boy. Come, the evening performance is on."
In the big top that evening, perched upon the highest seat, the three chums again saw the stupendous show. It now had a new meaning for them.
Pickles and Beany were interested because their chum, Freckles, was soon to join his fortunes with the circus, and Freckles himself looked at the spectacle almost with fear. Pickles and Beany were very much excited and talked like magpies, but Freckles was rather quiet.
"What makes you so glum, old chum?" asked Pickles. "I should think you would be so excited you could not stay in your seat. I would, if I was going with the show."
