The street-cars seemed to have stopped running, owing to the packed crowds, and Frank and his girl friends remained on the corner curiously watching the scene.
Suddenly a fractious horse jerked away from the man who had been standing at its head holding it, and whirling short about, half-overturned the wagon to which it was hitched and raced wildly down the street.

People scattered in every direction, several being knocked down in the stampeding rush.
The horse climbed to the sidewalk, with wheels bumping the curbing, trying to get out of the way of some men who were seeking to stop it.
Almost before they were aware of it, horse and wagon seemed fairly on top of Merriwell and the girls.

Elsie gave a startled cry, and dashed across the street, where the people were falling back out of the way, with women pulling nervously and excitedly at their children.
A child fell headlong, and the horse seemed about to stamp it, when Frank, with a quick leap, picked it up from under the very feet of the runaway, and dropped it safely at its mother's side.

Then a tremendous roar ascended.

Turning, Frank saw that Inza and Elsie had disappeared.
He did not at first know the cause of the roar.
The horse, veering again and wheeling sharply, had hurled the wagon against a cage in which was confined a full-grown tiger.