He had watched his chance to creep into this coveted spot. When the
men were called to work at the horse tent he found his chance. It
looked warm in this corner; a pleasant light on the inside of the two
tents glowed against the damp sidewalls: here and there it glimmered
invitingly under the bottom of the canvas. He knew that his tenancy
must end in an hour or two: the big top would be leveled to the
ground, rolled up and spirited away into the stretches that lay
between this city and the next one, twenty miles away. But an hour or
two in this friendly corner, close to the glare of the circus lights,
almost in touch with the joyous, bespangled world of his ambitions,
even though he was a hated and hunted creature, was better than the
sopping roadside or the fields.
He knew that he was being hounded and that those who sought him were
close behind. Once in the forest, far back in the hills, he had heard
them, he had seen them. Off in other parts of the country men were
looking for him. In the cities throughout Virginia and the adjoining
states there were placards describing him ere this, and rewards were
mentioned.
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