was just one of the houses on wheels that the circus people lived in, and all it contained was a very large and comfortable bed in which Mr. Boomschmidt slept, and a very small and uncomfortable chair before the desk at which Mr. Boomschmidt worked. The chair didnât look as if it was used very much. At one end of the room was an oil painting of Mr. Boomschmidtâs mother, and at the other end, an oil painting of Mr. Boomschmidt himself. Except that Mr. Boomschmidt had on a silk hat and Mrs. Boomschmidt had on a bonnet, you couldnât tell them apart.
Freddy was pretty tired after his long hot walk, and so he took off his silk hat and lay down on the bed, and Mr. Boomschmidt covered him up with an afghan. Over in the big tent he could hear the hurrahs and the hand-clapping, and the ta-ra, ra-ra, oompah, oompah of the band. It was all very pleasantly far away and soothing ⦠and the next thing he knew, somebody was shaking his shoulder and Leoâs voice was saying: âHey, Freddy, wake up! Youâve got to get out of here!â
Chapter 11
Freddy made one bound off the bed and into the middle of the floor, as if he had been set on springs. âDonât you touch me!â he said. âI didnât do it. I didnât have anything to do with it. Send for my lawyer. Send for Mr. Bean. Send forâOh,â he said, sinking down into the chair, âitâs you, Leo!â
âMy! my! You certainly come out fighting, Freddy,â said the lion.
âDreamt somebody stole the dome off the Capitol at Washington, and the police arrested me for it,â said the pig.
âWell, you better dream some more. You donât gain much by waking up. Because old Golcher is going to send for the police and have them search the circus grounds for you.â
âYou meanâyou mean he wouldnât play ball with us?â
âNo. I made him your proposition, and at first I thought everything was all right, because he said if you got the balloon back in time for you to go up tomorrow, heâd tell the police you didnât steal it. But when I said of course heâd give the two hundred back to Mr. Bean, he said: âOf course, nothing! Bean didnât pay me to make an ascension.â
ââHe paid you what you thought youâd lost by not being able to make it,â I said.
âBut he didnât see it that way. The two hundred Mr. Bean paid him, he said, was forâhow was it?ââmental anguish and laceration of feelings,ââthat was it. Meaning, I suppose, the worry he had over thinking the balloon was lost. Anyway, heâs going to keep both two hundreds.
âWell I said to himâI said: âSome folks would call that dishonest, Mr. Golcher.â He just laughed. âGolcher dishonest?â he said. âWell, now, thatâs a matter of opinion, and such opinions are usually settled in a court of law. If Mr. Bean, or that smart pig, thinks Iâm dishonest, why all they got to do is argue it out before a judge and jury. âTainât any good talking about dishonesty; you got to prove it, or it isnât so.ââ
âWe couldnât go to law about it,â said Freddy. âItâs too complicated a case, and besides, Iâd be in jail.â
âYouâll be in jail anyway if you donât get away from here,â said Leo. âBecause after Iâd argued with him for a while, he said: âSay, you seem to know a lot about this pig; where is he?â and I said: âWouldnât you like to know?â and he said: âI would, and I think Iâll have the police come search the circus and find out.ââ
âPooh,â said Freddy, âtheyâd never recognize me in this disguise.â
âYeah? Well, listen to this. You remember Leslie?âheâs that young alligator that can turn cartwheelsâwell, he hangs out down at state police headquarters a lot,
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