At last it was possible for Toby to speak of his loss with some degree of calmness, and then he immediately began to reckon up what he could have done with the money if he had not lost it.

“Now see here, Toby,” said Ben, earnestly:  “don’t go to doin’ anything of that kind.  The money’s lost, an’ you can’t get it back by talkin’; so the very best thing for you is to stop thinkin’ what you could do if you had it, an’ just to look at it as a goner.”

“But - ” persisted Toby.

“I tell you there’s no buts about it,” said Ben, rather sharply.  “Stop talkin’ about what’s gone, an’ just go to thinkin’ how you’ll get more.  Do what you’ve a mind to the monkey, but don’t keep broodin’ over what you can’t help.”

Toby knew that the advice was good, and he struggled manfully to carry it into execution, but it was very hard work.  At all events, there was no sleep for his eyes that night; and when, just about daylight, the train halted to wait a more seasonable hour in which to enter the town, the thought of what he might have done with his lost money was still in Toby’s mind.

Only once did he speak crossly to the monkey, and that was when he put him into the cage preparatory to commencing his morning’s work.  Then he said,

“You wouldn’t had to go into this place many times more if you hadn’t been so wicked, for by to-morrow night we’d been away from this circus, an’ on the way to home an’ Uncle Dan’l.  Now you’ve spoiled my chance an’ your own for a good while to come, an’ I hope before the day is over you’ll feel as bad about it as I do.”

It seemed to Toby as if the monkey understood just what he said to him, for he sneaked over into one corner, away from the other monkeys, and sat there looking very penitent and very dejected.

Then, with a heavy heart, Toby began his day’s work.

Hard as had been Toby’s lot previous to losing his money, and difficult as it had been to bear the cruelty of Mr. Job Lord and his precious partner, Mr. Jacobs, it was doubly hard now while this sorrow was fresh upon him.

Previous to this, when he had been kicked or cursed by one or the other of the partners, Toby thought exultantly that the time was not very far distant when he should be beyond the reach of his brutal task-masters, and that thought had given him strength to bear all that had been put upon him.

Now the time of his deliverance from this bondage seemed very far off, and each cruel word or blow caused him the greater sorrow, because of the thought that but for the monkey’s wickedness he would have been nearly free from that which made his life so very miserable.

If he had looked sad and mournful before, he looked doubly so now, as he went his dreary round of the tent, crying, “Here’s your cold lemonade,” or “Fresh-baked pea-nuts, ten cents a quart;” and each day there were some in the audience who pitied the boy because of the misery which showed so plainly in his face, and they gave him a few cents more than his price for what he was selling, or gave him money without buying anything at all, thereby aiding him to lay up something again toward making his escape.

Those few belonging to the circus who knew of Toby’s intention to escape tried their best to console him for the loss of his money, and that kind-hearted couple, the skeleton and his fat wife, tried to force him to take a portion of their scanty earnings in the place of that which the monkey had thrown away.  But this Toby positively refused to do; and to the arguments which they advanced as reasons why they should help him along he only replied that until he could get the money by his own exertions he would remain with Messrs. Lord and Jacobs, and get along as best he could.

Every hour in the day the thought of what might have been if he had not lost his money so haunted his mind that finally he resolved to make one bold stroke, and tell Mr. Job Lord that he did not want to travel with the circus any longer.

As yet he had not received the two dollars which had been promised him for his two weeks’ work, and another one was nearly due.  If he could get this money it might, with what he had saved again, suffice to pay his railroad fare to Guilford; and if it would not, he resolved to accept from the skeleton sufficient to make up the amount needed.

He naturally shrunk from the task; but the hope that he might possibly succeed gave him the necessary amount of courage, and when he had gotten his work done, on the third morning after he had lost his money, and Mr. Lord appeared to be in an unusually good temper, he resolved to try the plan.

It was just before the dinner hour.  Trade had been unexceptionally good, and Mr. Lord had even spoken in a pleasant tone to Toby when he told him to fill up the lemonade pail with water, so that the stock might not be disposed of too quickly and with too little profit.

Toby poured in quite as much water as he thought the already weak mixture could receive and retain any flavor of lemon; and then, as his employer motioned him to add more, he mixed another quart in, secretly wondering what it would taste like.

“When you’re mixin’ lemonade for circus trade,” said Mr. Lord, in such a benign, fatherly tone that one would have found it difficult to believe that he ever spoke harshly, “don’t be afraid of water, for there’s where the profit comes in.  Always have a piece of lemon-peel floatin’ on the top of every glass, an’ it tastes just as good to people as if it cost twice as much.”

Toby could not agree exactly with that opinion, neither did he think it wise to disagree, more especially since he was going to ask the very great favor of being discharged; therefore he nodded his head gravely, and began to stir up what it pleased Mr. Lord to call lemonade, so that the last addition might be more thoroughly mixed with the others.

Two or three times he attempted to ask the favor which seemed such a great one, and each time the words stuck in his throat, until it seemed to him that he should never succeed in getting them out.

Finally, in his despair, he stammered out,

“Don’t you think you could find another boy in this town, Mr. Lord?”

Mr. Lord moved round sideways, in order to bring his crooked eye to bear squarely on Toby, and then there was a long interval of silence, during which time the boy’s color rapidly came and went, and his heart beat very fast with suspense and fear.

“Well, what if I could?” he said at length.  “Do you think that trade is so good I could afford to keep two boys, when there isn’t half work enough for one?”

Toby stirred the lemonade with renewed activity, as if by this process he was making both it and his courage stronger, and said, in a low voice, which Mr. Lord could scarcely hear,

“I didn’t think that; but you see I ought to go home, for Uncle Dan’l will worry about me; an’, besides, I don’t like a circus very well.”

Again there was silence on Mr. Lord’s part, and again the crooked eye glowered down on Toby.

“So,” he said - and Toby could see that his anger was rising very fast - “you don’t like a circus very well, an’ you begin to think that your uncle Daniel will worry about you, eh?  Well, I want you to understand that it don’t make any difference to me whether you like a circus or not, and I don’t care how much your uncle Daniel worries.  You mean that you want to get away from me, after I’ve been to all the trouble and expense of teaching you the business?”

Toby bent his head over the pail, and stirred away as if for dear life.

“If you think you’re going to get away from here until you’ve paid me for all you’ve eat, an’ all the time I’ve spent on you, you’re mistaken, that’s all.  You’ve had an easy time with me - too easy, in fact - and that’s what ails you.  Now, you just let me hear two words more out of your head about going away - only two more - an’ I’ll show you what a whipping is.  I’ve only been playing with you before when you thought you was getting a whipping; but you’ll find out what it means if I so much as see a thought in your eyes about goin’ away.  An’ don’t you dare to try to give me the slip in the night an’ run away; for if you do I’ll follow you, an’ have you arrested.  Now, you mind your eye in the future.”

It is impossible to say how much longer Mr. Lord might have continued this tirade, had not a member of the company - one of the principal riders - called him one side to speak with him.

Poor Toby was so much confused by the angry words which had followed his very natural and certainly very reasonable suggestion that he paid no attention to anything around him, until he heard his own name mentioned; and then, fearing lest some new misfortune was about to befall him, he listened intently.

“I’m afraid you couldn’t do much of anything with him,” he heard Mr. Lord say.  “He’s had enough of this kind of life already, so he says, an’ I expect the next thing he does will be to try to run away.”

“I’ll risk his getting away from you, Job,” he heard the other say; “but of course I’ve got to take my chances.  I’ll take him in hand from eleven to twelve each day - just your slack time of trade - and I’ll not only give you half of what he can earn in the next two years, but I’ll pay you for his time, if he gives us the slip before the season is out.”

Toby knew that they were speaking of him, but what it all meant he could not imagine.

“What are you going to do with him first?” Job asked.

“Just put him right into the ring, and teach him what riding is.  I tell you, Job, the boy’s smart enough, and before the season’s over I’ll have him so that he can do some of the bare-back acts, and perhaps we’ll get some money out of him before we go into winter-quarters.”

Toby understood the meaning of their conversation only too well, and he knew that his lot, which before seemed harder than he could bear, was about to be intensified through this Mr. Castle, of whom he had frequently heard, and who was said to be a rival of Mr. Lord’s, so far as brutality went.  The two men now walked toward the large tent, and Toby was left alone with his thoughts and the two or three little boy customers, who looked at him wonderingly, and envied him because he belonged to the circus.

During the ride that night he told Old Ben what he had heard, confidently expecting that that friend at least would console him; but Ben was not the champion which he had expected.  The old man, who had been with a circus, “man and boy, nigh to forty years,” did not seem to think it any calamity that he was to be taught to ride.

“That Mr. Castle is a little rough on boys,” Old Ben said, thoughtfully; “but it’ll be a good thing for you, Toby.  Just so long as you stay with Job Lord you won’t be nothin’ more’n a candy-boy; but after you know how to ride it’ll be another thing, an’ you can earn a good deal of money, an’ be your own boss.”

“But I don’t want to stay with the circus,” whined Toby; “I don’t want to learn to ride, an’ I do want to get back to Uncle Dan’l.”

“That may all be true, an’ I don’t dispute it,” said Ben; “but you see you didn’t stay with your uncle Daniel when you had the chance, an’ you did come with the circus.  You’ve told Job you wanted to leave, an’ he’ll be watchin’ you all the time to see that you don’t give him the slip.  Now, what’s the consequence?  Why, you can’t get away for a while, anyhow, an’ you’d better try to amount to something while you are here.  Perhaps after you’ve got so you can ride you may want to stay; an’ I’ll see to it that you get all of your wages, except enough to pay Castle for learnin’ of you.”

“I sha’n’t want to stay,” said Toby.  “I wouldn’t stay if I could ride all the horses at once, an’ was gettin’ a hundred dollars a day.”

“But you can’t ride one horse, an’ you hain’t gettin’ but a dollar a week, an’ still I don’t see any chance of your gettin’ away yet awhile,” said Ben, in a matter-of-fact tone, as he devoted his attention again to his horses, leaving Toby to his own sad reflections, and the positive conviction that boys who run away from home do not have a good time, except in stories.

The next forenoon, while Toby was deep in the excitement of selling to a boy no larger than himself, and with just as red hair, three cents’ worth of pea-nuts and two sticks of candy, and while the boy was trying to induce him to “throw in” a piece of gum, because of the quantity purchased, Job Lord called him aside, and Toby knew that his troubles had begun.

“I want you to go in an’ see Mr. Castle; he’s goin’ to show you how to ride,” said Mr. Lord, in as kindly a tone as if he were conferring some favor on the boy.

If Toby had dared to, he would have rebelled then and there and refused to go; but, as he hadn’t the courage for such proceeding, he walked meekly into the tent and toward the ring.