"
"Oh, isn't it too bad!" exclaimed Nan, looking at her brother Bert, as
though he could help. But Bert, Harry and Tom, though they had quickly
made a round of the circle of animal cages, had come back to say that
they found no trace of Freddie.
"I know what to do, mamma," spoke up Flossie.
"What, dear?" asked her mother, hardly knowing what she was saying.
"We ought to get a policeman," went on Flossie. "Policemans can find
losted people. One found me once."
"That isn't a bad idea," spoke Uncle Daniel. "I think perhaps I had
better speak to some of the town constables who are on duty here."
"Suppose we look in the big main tent," said Tom Mason. "Freddie may
have wandered back in there to try and turn a somersault on one of the
trapezes."
"Yes, it wouldn't do any harm to take a look," agreed Uncle Daniel.
"We'll go in the big tent."
Into that large canvas house they went. Men were busy putting away
some of the articles used for the animal tricks, and the balls, hoops
knives and things the Japanese jugglers had used.
"Oh, where can he be?" murmured Mrs. Bobbsey.
"Something the matter, ma'am?" asked the ring-master, in his shiny
tall hat, as he cracked his long whip.
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