The bullet went flying harmlessly into the air, and the revolver hurtled away into the shadows.
Walking through the ring, Lime took John by the hand and said: "Come, boy, this is no place for you.

Let's go home.

Fellers," he drawled in his customary lazy way, "when y' want me you know where to find me.
Come, boys, the circus is over, the last dog is hung." For the first mile or two there was a good deal of talk, and Bill said he knew that Lime could whip the whole crowd.
"But where was you, Bill, about the time they had me down?
I don't remember hearin' anything of you 'long about that time, Bill." Bill had nothing to say.
"Made me think somehow of Daniel in the lions' den," said Johnny.
"What do you mean by that, Johnny ?" said Bill.

"It made me think of a circus.

The circus there'll be when Lime's woman finds out what he's been a-doin'." "Great Scott, boys, you mustn't tell on me," said Lime, in genuine alarm.
As for John, he lay with his head in Lime's lap, looking up at the glory of the starlit night, and with a confused mingling of the play, of the voice of the lovely woman, of the shouts and blows at the brewery in his mind, and with the murmur of the river and the roll and rumble of the wagon blending in his ears, he fell into a sleep which the rhythmic beat of the horses' hoofs did not interrupt.
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