Jib Jab said for me to pass him the butter and then he winked at me and he said, “You’re too particular, Ma. Parade work is all right. I like parade work, except I can’t smoke. How about it, Kid?” I said I didn’t mind being in a parade, but I wouldn’t want to ride in a cage like he had to do. He laughed and said it was all in the game. He said if he ever broke out of that cage, I’d never capture him until he came back for his money on Saturday night. I said “Sometimes boy scouts find people; sometimes they hunt for people that are lost. In our magazine there’s always a notice if a scout is lost and all the scouts are on the look out for him.” “Yes, but those people are human,” he said. I said, “Gee whiz, I can’t deny that.” “You never hunted for a _what-is-it_, did you?” he asked, awful funny like. I told him, “No, I never did, but once a troop of scouts found a girl that was lost on a mountain, and there was another troop that found a fellow just from seeing his name in the newspapers.” He said, “You’re a wide awake bunch, you kids. They don’t have any boy scouts in the jungle where I was captured alive. If you ever get on my trail, I’d give you a run all right.” I asked him where that jungle was where he was captured alive, and he said it was on Washington Avenue in the Bronx. He was an awful nice fellow. CHAPTER XX THE PARADE Before we were finished I could hear the band playing outside and when I went out all the wagons and chariots and things were in a line ready to start. There were two elephants, a big one and a baby one, and about a half a dozen cage wagons with animals in them and a steam calliope and a lot of things, all gold and red. There were some dandy white horses. On Marshal Foch’s cage was a big sign that said: MARSHAL FOCH THE RETURNED LEOPARD AND SCOUT BLAKELEY PRIDE OF TWO CONTINENTS! HIS DARING AND DAUNTLESS CAPTOR. I climbed up to the seat and sat by the driver. He had an awful fancy hat and kind of tinsel stuff all over him. He had a tassel on his hat and it kept blowing in my face. I didn’t know what they were waiting for, but pretty soon Jib Jab came out and he had a chain around his leg. He looked pretty fierce and savage. A keeper was holding the chain and Jib Jab pulled and jerked on it, so a lot of people who were standing around backed away. The wagons were all around in a circle so I could see him in his cage, and he winked at me while the keeper was fixing the chain to one of the bars.