During this walk Toby learned many things that were of importance to him, so far as his plan for running away was concerned.  In the first place, he gleaned from the railroad posters that were stuck up in the hotel to which they went that he could buy a ticket for Guilford for seven dollars, and also that, by going back to the town from which they had just come, he could go to Guilford by steamer for five dollars.

By returning to this last town - and Toby calculated that the fare on the stage back there could not be more than a dollar - he would have ten dollars left, and that surely ought to be sufficient to buy food enough for two days for the most hungry boy that ever lived.

When they returned to the circus grounds the performance was over, and Mr. Lord in the midst of the brisk trade which he usually had after the afternoon performance, and yet, so far from scolding Toby for going away, he actually smiled and bowed at him as he saw him go by with Ben.

“See there, Toby,” said the old driver to the boy, as he gave him a vigorous poke in the ribs and then went off into one of his dreadful laughing spells - “see what it is to be a performer, an’ not workin’ for such an old fossil as Job is!  He’ll be so sweet to you now that sugar won’t melt in his mouth, an’ there’s no chance of his ever attemptin’ to whip you again.”

Toby made no reply, for he was too busily engaged thinking of something which had just come into his mind to know that his friend had spoken.

But as Old Ben hardly knew whether the boy had answered him or not, owing to his being obliged to struggle with his breath lest he should lose it in the second laughing spell that attacked him, the boy’s thoughtfulness was not particularly noticed.

Toby walked around the show-grounds for a little while with his old friend, and then the two went to supper, where Toby performed quite as great wonders in the way of eating as he had in the afternoon by riding.

As soon as the supper was over he quietly slipped away from Old Ben, and at once paid a visit to Mr. and Mrs. Treat, whom he found cosily engaged with their supper behind the screen.

They welcomed Toby most cordially, and, despite his assertions that he had just finished a very hearty meal, the fat lady made him sit down to the box which served as table, and insisted on his trying some of her doughnuts.

Under all these pressing attentions it was some time before Toby found a chance to say that which he had come to say, and when he did he was almost at a loss how to proceed; but at last he commenced by starting abruptly on his subject with the words, “I’ve made up my mind to leave to-night.”

“Leave to-night?” repeated the skeleton, inquiringly, not for a moment believing that Toby could think of running away after the brilliant success he had just made.  “What do you mean, Toby?”

“Why, you know that I’ve been wantin’ to get away from the circus,” said Toby, a little impatient that his friend should be so wonderfully stupid, “an’ I think that I’ll have as good a chance now as ever I shall, so I’m goin’ to try it.”

“Bless us!” exclaimed the fat lady, in a gasping way.  “You don’t mean to say that you’re goin’ off just when you’ve started in the business so well?  I thought you’d want to stay after you’d been so well received this afternoon.”

“No,” said Toby - and one quick little sob popped right up from his heart and out before he was aware of it - “I learned to ride because I had to, but I never give up runnin’ away.  I must see Uncle Dan’l, an’ tell him how sorry I am for what I did; an’ if he won’t have anything to say to me then I’ll come back; but if he’ll let me I’ll stay there, an’ I’ll be so good that by-’n’-by he’ll forget that I run off an’ left him without sayin’ a word.”

There was such a touch of sorrow in his tones, so much pathos in his way of speaking, that good Mrs. Treat’s heart was touched at once; and putting her arms around the little fellow, as if to shield him from some harm, she said, tenderly, “And so you shall go, Toby, my boy; but if you ever want a home or anybody to love you come right here to us, and you’ll never be sorry.  So long as Sam keeps thin and I fat enough to draw the public, you never need say that you’re homeless, for nothing would please us better than to have you come to live with us.”

For reply Toby raised his head and kissed her on the cheek, a proceeding which caused her to squeeze him harder than ever.

During this conversation the skeleton had remained very thoughtful.  After a moment or two he got up from his seat, went outside the tent, and presently returned with a quantity of silver ten-cent pieces in his hand.

“Here, Toby,” he said - and it was to be seen that he was really too much affected even to attempt one of his speeches - “it’s right that you should go, for I’ve known what it is to feel just as you do.  What Lilly said about your having a home with us I say, an’ here’s five dollars that I want you to take to help you along.”

At first Toby stoutly refused to take the money; but they both insisted to such a degree that he was actually forced to, and then he stood up to go.

“I’m goin’ to try to slip off after Job packs up the outside booth if I can,” he said, “an’ it was to say good-bye that I come around here.”

Again Mrs. Treat took the boy in her arms, as if it were one of her own children who was leaving her, and as she stroked his hair back from his forehead she said, “Don’t forget us, Toby, even if you never do see us again; try an’ remember how much we cared for you, an’ how much comfort you’re taking away from us when you go; for it was a comfort to see you around, even if you wasn’t with us very much.  Don’t forget us, Toby, an’ if you ever get the chance come an’ see us.  Good-bye, Toby, good-bye.”  And the kind-hearted woman kissed him again and again, and then turned her back resolutely upon him, lest it should be bad luck to him if she again saw him after saying good-bye.

The skeleton’s parting was not quite so demonstrative.  He clasped Toby’s hand with one set of his fleshless fingers, while with the other he wiped one or two suspicious-looking drops of moisture from his eyes, as he said, “I hope you’ll get along all right, my boy, and I believe you will.  You will get home to Uncle Daniel, and be happier than ever, for now you know what it is to be entirely without a home.  Be a good boy, mind your uncle, go to school, and one of these days you’ll make a good man.  Good-bye, my boy.”

The tears were now streaming down Toby’s face very rapidly; he had not known, in his anxiety to get home, how very much he cared for this strangely assorted couple, and now it made him feel very miserable and wretched that he was going to leave them.  He tried to say something more, but the tears choked his utterance, and he left the tent quickly to prevent himself from breaking down entirely.

In order that his grief might not be noticed, and the cause of it suspected, Toby went out behind the tent, and, sitting there on a stone, he gave way to the tears which he could no longer control.

While he was thus engaged, heeding nothing which passed around him, he was startled by a cheery voice which cried, “Halloo! down in the dumps again?  What is the matter now, my bold equestrian?”

Looking up, he saw Ben standing before him, and he wiped his eyes hastily, for here was another from whom he must part, and to whom a good-bye must be spoken.

Looking around to make sure that no one was within hearing, he went up very close to the old driver, and said, in almost a whisper, “I was feelin’ bad ‘cause I just come from Mr. and Mrs. Treat, an’ I’ve been say in’ good-bye to them.  I’m goin’ to run away to-night.”

Ben looked at him for a moment, as if he doubted whether the boy knew exactly what he was talking about, and then said, “So you still want to go home, do you?”

“Oh yes, Ben, so much,” was the reply, in a tone which expressed how dear to him was the thought of being in his old home once more.

“All right, my boy; I won’t say one word agin it, though it do seem too bad, after you’ve turned out to be such a good rider,” said the old man, thoughtfully.  “It’s better for you, I know; for a circus hain’t no place for a boy, even if he wants to stay, an’ I can’t say but I’m glad you’re still determined to go.”

Toby felt relieved at the tone of this leave-taking.  He had feared that Old Ben, who thought a circus-rider was almost on the topmost round of Fortune’s ladder, would have urged him to stay, since he had made his debut in the ring, and he was almost afraid that he might take some steps to prevent his going.

“I wanted to say good-bye now,” said Toby, in a choking voice, “’cause perhaps I sha’n’t see you again.”

“Good-bye, my boy,” said Ben as he took the boy’s hand in his.  “Don’t forget this experience you’ve had in runnin’ away; an’ if ever the time comes that you feel as if you wanted to know that you had a friend, think of Old Ben, an’ remember that his heart beats just as warm for you as if he was your father.  Good-bye, my boy, good-bye, an’ may the good God bless you!”

“Good-bye, Ben,” said Toby; and then, as the old driver turned and walked away, wiping something from his eye with the cuff of his sleeve, Toby gave full vent to his tears, and wondered why it was that he was such a miserable little wretch.

There was one more good-bye to be said, and that Toby dreaded more than all the others.  It was to Ella.  He knew that she would feel badly to have him go, because she liked to ride the act with him that gave them such applause, and he felt certain that she would urge him to stay.

Just then the thought of another of his friends - one who had not yet been warned of what very important matter was to occur - came into his mind, and he hastened toward the old monkey’s cage.  His pet was busily engaged in playing with some of the younger members of his family, and for some moments could not be induced to come to the bars of the cage.

At last, however, Toby did succeed in coaxing him forward, and then, taking him by the paw, and drawing him as near as possible, Toby whispered, “We’re goin’ to run away to night, Mr. Stubbs, an’ I want you to be all ready to go the minute I come for you.”

The old monkey winked both eyes violently, and then showed his teeth to such an extent that Toby thought he was laughing at the prospect, and he said, a little severely, “If you had as many friends as I have got in this circus you wouldn’t laugh when you was goin’ to leave them.  Of course I’ve got to go, an’ I want to go; but it makes me feel bad to leave the skeleton, an’ the fat woman, an’ Old Ben, an’ little Ella.  But I mustn’t stand here.  You be ready when I come for you, an’ by mornin’ we’ll be so far off that Mr. Lord nor Mr. Castle can’t catch us.”

The old monkey went toward his companions, as if he were in high glee at the trip before him, and Toby went into the dressing tent to prepare for the evening’s performance - which was about to commence.

It appeared to the boy as if every one was unusually kind to him that night, and, feeling sad at leaving those in the circus who had befriended him, Toby was unusually attentive to every one around him.  He ran on some trifling errand for one, helped another in his dressing, and in a dozen kind ways seemed as if trying to atone for leaving them secretly.

When the time came for him to go into the ring and he met Ella, bright and happy at the thought of riding with him and repeating her triumphs of the afternoon, nothing save the thought of how wicked he had been to run away from good old Uncle Daniel, and a desire to right that wrong in some way, prevented him from giving up his plan of going back.

The little girl observed his sadness, and she whispered, “Has any one been whipping you, Toby?”

Toby shook his head.  He had thought that he would tell her what he was about to do just before they went into the ring, but her kind words seemed to make that impossible, and he had said nothing, when the blare of the trumpets, the noisy demonstrations of the audience, and the announcement of the clown that the wonderful children riders were now about to appear, ushered them into the ring.

If Toby had performed well in the afternoon, he accomplished wonders on this evening, and they were called back into the ring, not once, but twice; and when finally they were allowed to retire, every one behind the curtain overwhelmed them with praise.

Ella was so profuse with her kind words, her admiration for what Toby had done, and so delighted at the idea that they were to ride together, that even then the boy could not tell her what he was going to do, but went into his dressing-room, resolving that he would tell her all when they both had finished dressing.

Toby made as small a parcel as possible of the costume which Mr. and Mrs. Treat had given him - for he determined that he would take it with him - and, putting it under his coat, went out to wait for Ella.  As she did not come out as soon as he expected he asked some one to tell her that he wanted to see her, and he thought to himself that when she did come she would be in a hurry, and could not stop long enough to make any very lengthy objections to his leaving.

But she did not come at all - her mother sent out word that Toby could not see her until after the performance was over, owing to the fact that it was now nearly time for her to go into the ring, and she was not dressed yet.

Toby was terribly disappointed.  He knew that it would not be safe for him to wait until the close of the performance if he were intending to run away that night, and he felt that he could not go until he had said a few last words to her.

He was in a great perplexity, until the thought came to him that he could write a good-bye to her, and by this means any unpleasant discussion would be avoided.

After some little difficulty he procured a small piece of not very clean paper and a very short bit of lead-pencil, and using the top of one of the wagons, as he sat on the seat, for a desk, he indited the following epistle: 

“deaR ella I Am goin to Run away two night, & i want two say good by to yu & your mother. i am Small & unkle Danil says i dont mount two much, but i am old enuf two know that you have bin good two me, & when i Am a man i will buy you a whole cirkus, and we Will ride together. dont forgit me & I wont yu in haste TOBY TYLER.”

Toby had no envelope in which to seal this precious letter, but he felt that it would not be seen by prying eyes, and would safely reach its destination, if he intrusted it to Old Ben.

It did not take him many moments to find the old driver, and he said, as he handed him the letter, “I didn’t see Ella to tell her I was goin’, so I wrote this letter, an’ I want to know if you will give it to her?”

“Of course I will.  But see here, Toby” - and Ben caught him by the sleeve and led him aside where he would not be overheard - “have you got money enough to take you home? for if you haven’t I can let you have some.”  And Ben plunged his hand into his capacious pocket, as if he was about to withdraw from there the entire United States Treasury.

Toby assured him that he had sufficient for all his wants; but the old man would not be satisfied until he had seen for himself, and then, taking Toby’s hand again, he said, “Now, my boy, it won’t do for you to stay around here any longer.  Buy something to eat before you start, an’ go into the woods for a day or two before you take the train or steamboat.  You’re too big a prize for Job or Castle to let you go without a word, an’ they’ll try their level best to find you.  Be careful, now, for if they should catch you, good-bye any more chances to get away.  There” - and here Ben suddenly lifted him high from the ground and kissed him - “now get away as fast as you can.”

Toby pressed the old man’s hand affectionately, and then, without trusting himself to speak, walked swiftly out toward the entrance.

He resolved to take Ben’s advice and go into the woods for a short time, and therefore he must buy some provisions before he started.

As he passed the monkeys’ cage he saw his pet sitting near the bars, and he stopped long enough to whisper, “I’ll be back in ten minutes, Mr. Stubbs, an’ you be all ready then.”

Then he went on, and just as he got near the entrance one of the men told him that Mrs. Treat wished to see him.

Toby could hardly afford to spare the time just then, but he would probably have obeyed the summons, if he had known that by so doing he would be caught, and he ran as fast as his little legs would carry him toward the skeleton’s tent.

The exhibition was open, and both the skeleton and his wife were on the platform when Toby entered; but he crept around at the back and up behind Mrs. Treat’s chair, telling her as he did so that he had just received her message, and that he must hurry right back, for every moment was important then to him.

“I put up a nice lunch for you,” she said as she kissed him, “and you’ll find it on the top of the biggest trunk.  Now go; and if my wishes are of any good to you, you will get to your uncle Daniel’s house without any trouble.  Good-bye again, little one.”

Toby did not dare to trust himself any longer where every one was so kind to him.  He slipped down from the platform as quickly as possible, found the bundle - and a good-sized one it was too - without any difficulty, and went back to the monkeys’ cage.

As orders had been given by the proprietor of the circus that the boy should do as he had a mind to with the monkey, he called Mr. Stubbs; and as he was in the custom of taking him with him at night, no one thought that it was anything strange that he should take him from the cage now.

Mr. Lord or Mr. Castle might possibly have thought it queer had either of them seen the two bundles which Toby carried, but, fortunately for the boy’s scheme, they both believed that he was in the dressing-tent, and consequently thought that he was perfectly safe.

Toby’s hand shook so that he could hardly undo the fastening of the cage, and when he attempted to call the monkey to him his voice sounded so strange and husky that it startled him.

The old monkey seemed to prefer sleeping with Toby rather than with those of his kind in the cage; and as the boy took him with him almost every night, he came on this particular occasion as soon as Toby called, regardless of the strange sound of his master’s voice.

With his bundles under his arm, and the monkey on his shoulder, with both paws tightly clasped around his neck, Toby made his way out of the tent with beating heart and bated breath.

Neither Mr. Lord, Castle, nor Jacobs were in sight, and everything seemed favorable for his flight.  During the afternoon he had carefully noted the direction of the woods, and he started swiftly toward them now, stopping only long enough, as he was well clear of the tents, to say, in a whisper,

“Good-bye, Mr. Treat, an’ Mrs. Treat, an’ Ella, an’ Ben.  Some time, when I’m a man, I’ll come back, an’ bring you lots of nice things, an’ I’ll never forget you - never.  When I have a chance to be good to some little boy that felt as bad as I did I’ll do it, an’ tell him that it was you did it.  Good-bye.”

Then, turning around, he ran toward the woods as swiftly as if his escape had been discovered and the entire company were in pursuit.