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 circus lot, and possibly kill some one in his mad career.

Ali had been a little better that day and was sleeping in a small tent upon a cot where the Sahib had placed him. It was cool here and he could still hear the circus noises, which were music to his ears.

Presently a couple of men passed his tent. They were talking excitedly. Ali listened listlessly, but presently he caught words that brought him upright in bed with his eyes staring wildly.

"Joie has gone mad," said one of the men excitedly. "The must. They are going to shoot him. I am sorry for the boy. It will nearly kill him."

Ali sprang from the cot as though he had been made of steel springs.

His clothes were hanging upon a tent chair near by. Hastily he reached for