"I don't know how much she may be hurt, though." The tiger had ceased to struggle, the crowds were writhing, a babel of sound that was confused and confusing filled the air.

The circus procession had come to a halt, with the exception of the forward band, which was blaring away far down the street.
A doctor came out of the crowd.

Other doctors proffered their services, for Inza was not the only one who had been knocked over by the rush of the horses.

The injured tiger-keeper was picked up and bundled into an ambulance.
"Right across here!" said the doctor who had answered Merriwell's call.
Then he led the way into an apothecary's.
"Nothing serious!" he announced, a minute later, when he had made his examination.

"The young lady will be all right in a day or two." He spoke of Inza, and both Merry and Elsie sent up fervent sighs of relief.
* * * * * Coming softly into the room which Elsie Bellwood occupied, Inza Burrage saw Elsie in tears.
"What is it, dear ?" Inza asked, going up and putting her arms about Elsie's neck.
Except for a telltale bit of courtplaster, Inza showed no sign of the dangerous and exciting experiences through which she had that day passed.
"Don't! don't!" Elsie pleaded, with a little shiver.