The Corner House Girls on a Houseboat Part 21

"Because I know," went on Neale. "This is a trick mule, and, unless I'm greatly mistaken, he used to be in my uncle's circus!"

CHAPTER XIV

AT THE CIRCUS

All eyes were turned on Neale O'Neil as he said this, and it would be difficult to say who was the more astonished. As for the Corner House girls, they simply stared at their friend. Hank Dayton looked surprised, and then he glanced from the mule in question to the man who had offered to dispose of the animal. Mr. Howbridge looked very much interested. As for the strange tramp--for that is what he was--he seemed very angry.

"What do you mean?" he cried. "This mule isn't any trick mule!"

"Oh, isn't he?" asked Neale quietly. "And I suppose he never was in a circus, either?"

"Of course not!" declared the man. "Who are you, anyhow, and what do you mean by talking that way?"

"I advise you to be a little more respectful in tone," said Mr.

Howbridge in his suave, lawyer's voice. "If we do any business at all it will be on this boy's recommendation. He knows about mules. I do not. I shall hear what he and Hank have to say."

"Well, it's all foolish saying this mule was in a circus," bl.u.s.tered the man. "I've had him over a year, and I want to sell him now because he hasn't any mate. I can't pull a ca.n.a.l boat with one mule."

"Especially not a trick mule that never hauled a boat in his life," put in Neale.

"Here! You quit that! What do you mean?" demanded the man in sullen tones.

"I mean just what I said," declared Neale. "I believe this is a trick mule that used to be in my uncle Bill's show--in Twomley and Sorber's Herculean Circus and Menagerie, to be exact. Of course I may be mistaken, but if not I can easily prove what I say."

"Huh! I'd like to see you do it!" sneered the man.

"All right, I will," and Neale's manner was confident. "I recognize this mule," he went on to Mr. Howbridge, "by that mark on his off hind hoof,"

and he pointed to a bulge on the mule's foot. "But of course that may be on another mule, as well as on the one that was in my uncle's circus.

However, if I can make this mule do a trick I taught old Josh in the show, that ought to prove what I say, oughtn't it?"

"I should think so," agreed the lawyer.

"You can't make this mule do any tricks," sneered the tramp. "He's a good mule for pulling ca.n.a.l boats, but he can't do tricks."

"Oh, can't he?" remarked Neale. "Well, we'll see. Come here, Josh!" he suddenly called.

The mule moved his big ears forward, as though to make sure of the voice, and then, looking at Neale, slowly approached him.

"Anybody could do that!" exclaimed the man disdainfully.

"Well, can anybody do this?" asked the boy. "Josh--dead mule!" he suddenly cried. And, to the surprise of all, the mule dropped to the towpath, stretched out his legs stiffly and lay on his side with every appearance of having departed this life.

"There!" exclaimed Neale. "That's the trick I taught him in the show, before I left it."

The other mules were sniffing at their prostrate companion.

"Oh, isn't he funny!" cried Dot, as Josh opened one eye and looked straight at her.

"I'd rather have a mule than Billy b.u.mps for a pet!" declared Tess.

"Did you really make him do it, Neale?" asked Ruth.

"Yes, and I can do it again!" declared the lad. "Up, Josh!" he commanded, and the mule scrambled to his feet. "Dead mule--Josh!" cried Neale again, and down the animal went a second time.

"Well, what have you to say to that?" the boy turned to ask the tramp.

But the man did not stay to answer. Off he ran, down the towpath, at top speed.

"Shall I get him?" cried Hank, throwing the reins on the back of one of his mules, while Josh, in response to a command from Neale, stood upright again.

"No, let him go," advised Mr. Howbridge. "It is very evident that he had no legal claim to this mule, and he either took him away from the circus himself, or received him from some one who did. Neale, I congratulate you."

"Thanks. I thought I recognized old Uncle Josh, but the trick proved it.

He hasn't forgotten that or me; have you, old fellow?" he asked as he rubbed the mule's velvety nose. And the animal seemed glad to be near the boy.

"Pretty slick, I call that," said Hank admiringly. "Guess you'll have to teach my mules some trick, Neale."

"It takes too long!" laughed the lad.

"Is this our mule now?" asked Dot, as she approached the new animal, which was quite gentle and allowed the children to pet him.

"Well, I don't know just who does own him," said Mr. Howbridge, not wanting to give a legal opinion which might be wrong. "But he certainly does not belong to that man," and he looked after the retreating figure, now far down the towpath.

"'Cause if he's our mule I'd like to give my Alice-doll a ride on his back," went on Dot.

"I'd like a ride myself!" exclaimed Tess.

"Oh, don't try that!" sighed Ruth.

"Josh wouldn't mind," put in Neale. "I used to ride him in the circus.

Look!"

With a spring he reached the mule's back, and then, at the word of command, Josh trotted up and down the towpath.

"Oh, do let me try!" begged Tess.

"Shall I put her on?" Neale asked, and, at a nod from Ruth, he lifted the little girl up on the mule's back, and the delighted Tess was given a ride.

"Oh, it's ever so much nicer'n Scalawag!" she cried as she was lifted down. "Try it, Dot!" Scalawag was the circus pony that Neale's uncle had given to Tess and Dot.

"I will if I can hold my Alice-doll!" stipulated the youngest Kenway.

"Sure!" a.s.sented Neale, and the fun was continued.

"I wish I dared to do it!" exclaimed Agnes, with a look at Ruth. But Ruth shook her head, and Agnes, after a moment's hesitation, yielded to Ruth's sense of the fitness of things.