"They were ten minutes ago."
"Find the manager. You know one of their wild animals is loose?"
"I heard so."
"Then you bargain for a reward. Tell them you can produce their escaped tiger if they pay you for your trouble."
Stiggs stared in perplexed simplicity at Ralph. "But I can't," he demurred, "and I never tell a lie, you know."
"Yes, you can," asserted Ralph—"at least I can. I know where the animal is. You hurry the circus manager here, and I will show up the tiger."
Simple-minded Stiggs craned his neck as if expecting to see the animal in question in Ralph's company. Then his face grew mildly reproachful.
"I didn't think you would try to hoax me, Fairbanks!" he said sorrowfully.
"I wouldn't for the world, Mr. Stiggs," said Ralph. "I have too much respect for you. Do as I say now—only hurry. Make a good bargain, for a little money won't do Mrs. Stiggs any harm. Hustle, though—for tigers are slippery customers, you know."
Stiggs nodded dubiously, and set off on his errand. Ralph kept an eye on the side of the tower
