Jerry went close and walked all about the clown.  There was not a sign of a pocket and he began to feel dreadfully disappointed.

“There ain’t no pocket,” he said sorrowfully.

“Then there must be some pocket.  If there ain’t no pocket, there must be a pocket somewhere.  If you had said there is no pocket it would be so.  Look again.”

Jerry looked carefully, more and more sorrowfully.

“There is no pocket,” he said at last in a voice that was trembly, all ready to cry.

“That’s funny,” said the clown.  “I know there was one this morning because I used some of the money that was in it.”  He sank into thought for a moment and then looked suddenly at Jerry.

“I know why we can’t find a pocket!” cried he.  “While I was thinking very hard of a way to get you into the circus and almost had the thought, you said, ‘Have you got it?  Did the thought come?’ Now, didn’t you?”

The appalling truth burst upon Jerry.  He had spoiled Whiteface’s thought by interrupting and their thoughts had got mixed.

“I didn’t know I was going to,” he said.  “I tried so hard not to.”

“And didn’t you think that it would take only fifty cents to buy a ticket?” asked the clown.

“Yes,” Jerry miserably admitted.

“That’s it!” exclaimed the clown.  “That’s what mixed my thoughts all up with yours.  I was trying to think of a way to get you in without any money.  Then, when our thoughts got mixed, I began thinking of the ordinary way of getting into a circus by buying a ticket.”

“Can’t you think again?” Jerry pleaded in a very contrite voice.  “I will keep still this time.  I will!”

Just as he spoke a band inside the tent started playing.  It was so near him that he was startled, and jumped.

“The circus is about to begin,” said the clown.  “The band is playing for the parade.  I must think quickly so you won’t miss any of it.”

There was no need of warning Jerry not to say anything this time.  He would have said nothing if he had seen the clown turn into an elephant.  It was an awful hard thought to think, for the clown stretched out on the ground right close to the tent and looked under the canvas.  Then he rolled over, sat up and wagged his head solemnly at Jerry.

“I’ve got it!” he cried and bounded to his feet and jumped clear over Jerry’s head.

“I didn’t say nothing this time!” boasted Jerry.  “I didn’t say nothing this time!”

“No,” said the clown, “you didn’t and our thoughts didn’t all get mixed up.”

“Will I get in before it starts?” asked Jerry.

“Yes, or my name’s not Jack Robinson,” said the clown.

“Is that your name?” asked Jerry.

“Only to-day,” replied the clown.  “To-morrow it may be Tom, Dick or Harry.”

“Robinson?” questioned Jerry.

“Or Smith or Kettlewell,” replied the clown, smiling.  “Now you must do just what I tell you to and do it quickly.”