Mr. Stover was induced by an unusually liberal offer to convey the two friends to the next town, where they found their circus friends wondering what had become of them. Kit was none the worse for his experience, though it had been far from pleasant, and performed that afternoon and evening with his usual spirit and success. He told Achilles how he had been rescued by Janet Hayden, and the latter said with emphasis: "The girl's a trump! She has probably saved your life! That brute, her father, wouldn't shrink from any violence, no matter how great. You ought to make her some acknowledgment, Kit." "I wouldn't dare to," answered the young acrobat. "If her father should find out what she did for me, I am afraid her life would not be safe." CHAPTER XXXIV. SOME IMPORTANT INFORMATION. Two or three days later, the circus was billed to show at Glendale, a manufacturing village in Western Pennsylvania. The name attracted the attention of Kit, for this was the place where his uncle had lived for many years previous to the death of Kit's father. He naturally desired to learn something of his uncle's reputation among the villagers, who from his long residence among them must remember him well. The circus had arrived during the night. As a general thing Kit was not in a hurry to get up, but as he was to stay but a day in Glendale, he rose early, with the intention of improving his time. Breakfast in the circus tent was not ready till nine o'clock, for circus men of every description get up late, except the razorbacks, who are compelled to be about very early to unload the freight cars, and the canvas men, who put up the tents. So Kit went to the hotel, and registering his name called for breakfast. After he had eaten it, he strolled into the office, hoping to meet some one of whom he could make inquiries respecting his uncle. This was made unexpectedly easy. A man of about his uncle's age had been examining the list of arrivals. He looked at Kit inquisitively. "I beg your pardon, young man," he said, "but are you Christopher Watson?" "Yes, sir," answered Kit, politely. "Did you ever have any relatives living in this place?" "Yes, sir. My uncle, Stephen Watson, used to live here." "I thought so. I once saw your father. He came here to visit your uncle. You look like him." Kit was gratified, for he cherished a warm affection for his dead father, and was glad to have it said that he resembled him. "Are you going to stay here long?" asked the villager. "No, sir; I am here only for the day." "On business, I presume." "Yes, sir," answered Kit, smiling. "I am here with Barlow's circus." The other looked amazed. "You don't mean to say that you are connected with the circus?" he exclaimed. "Yes, sir." "In what capacity?" "I am an acrobat." "I don't understand it at all. Why should your father's son need to travel with a circus?" "Because I have my living to earn, and that pays me better than any other employment I can get."