Burma, the tiger, slunk around in behind the cages of the other animals.  All about him were men with clubs and pointed goads, with whips and pistols.  The circus men had had to cope with situations like this before.  They surrounded the tiger, advancing on him in an ever-narrowing circle, and in a short time they drove him into an emergency cage which was pushed forward with the open door toward him.  Burma had no choice but to enter, to get away from the cracking whips and the prodding goads.  And, after all, he was glad to be barred in again.

So, without causing any harm except for badly frightening a number of people in the audience, the tiger was caged again, and the circus performance went on.

Joe Strong did his Box of Mystery trick.  The usual announcement of a reward of ten thousand dollars to whomsoever could solve it was made, and there was great applause when Joe managed to get out of the big box without disturbing the six padlocks or the binding ropes.

“I’m glad Bill Carfax isn’t here to make trouble, trying to show how much he knows about this trick,” said Joe to the ringmaster, as he stepped off the stage at the conclusion of the trick.

“Yes, you put several spokes in Bill’s wheels when you turned the laugh on him that time,” said Jim Tracy.  “I don’t believe he’ll ever show up around our circus again.”

But they little knew Bill Carfax.  Those who have read the book just before this will recall him and remember how unscrupulous he was.  But his plans came to naught then.  Any one who wishes to learn how the wonderful box trick was worked will find a full explanation in the previous volume.

Helen Morton received much applause at the conclusion of her act with her trick horse, Rosebud.  Joe Strong’s promised wife was an accomplished bareback rider, as well as one of her fiance’s helpers in his mystery tricks.

“Well, I’m glad to-day is over,” said Helen to Joe that night, as they went to the train that was to take them to the next city where the circus performance would be given.  “What with doing the vanishing lady act for the first time in a long while and the tiger getting loose, we have had quite a bit of excitement.”

“Yes,” agreed Joe.  “But everything came out all right.  I’m going to put on a new stunt next week.”

“What’s that?” asked Helen.  “Something in the mystery line?”

“No.  I’m going back to some of my high trapeze work.  You know, since we lost Wogand there hasn’t been any of the big swing work done.”

“That’s so,” agreed Helen.  “But I’ve been so busy practicing the vanishing lady act with you on top of my other work that I hadn’t given it a thought.  But you aren’t going to do that dangerous trick, are you?”

“I think I am,” Joe answered.  “It’s sensational, and we need sensational acts now to draw the crowds.  I used to do it, and I can again, I think, with a little practice.  I’m going to start in and train to-morrow.”