at they saw there was
no immediate chance of the bear rushing in.

"Ah reckon ah knows a way ter fix dat b'ar widout hurting him," cried
one of the negro boys.

He snatched a fire extinguisher off the wall of the office and squirted
its contents full in the bear's face. The animal gave one roar of dismay
and a mighty struggle that burst the door open and threw Noddy off his
feet. He set up a yell of fright. But he need not have been afraid. The
ugliness had all gone out of the bear, and besides being half choked he
was temporarily blinded by the contents of the fire extinguisher.

The Italian came running up, carrying a chain and a muzzle.

"Gooda da boy! Gooda da Mika!" he cried ingratiatingly.

The bear was as mild as a kitten, but nevertheless the muzzle was
buckled on and the Italian departed in search of his monkeys just as the
manager appeared with his gun. It had taken him a long time to find, he
explained, whereat Noddy, who had recovered his spirits, snickered.

"I'm going to pay the bill and get out of here," whispered Jack in
Noddy's ear. "You'd better get away as quietly as you can. Several
people saw you give those buns to the animals. If they find you here,
they'll mob you."

"Being chased by a bear is quite enough excitement for one day,"
rejoined Noddy, "but my! It was good fun while it lasted. Did you see
that old maid's hair, did you see Donald Judson, did you----"

"Get out of here quickly," warned Jack, and this time Noddy took his
advice without waiting. It was just as well he did, for the elderly
gentleman, whose shining bald head had been belabored by the old maid's
parasol, came in, accompanied by the damsel. She had recovered her hair
when the monkeys were caught and had tendered handsome apologies to the
would-be gallant.

"Where is that boy who started all this?" demanded the old gentleman.

"It was one of that gang there," cried Donald Judson, who had followed
them and whose face showed plenty of scratches where the monkeys had
clambered up to demolish his hat.

"Oh, what a terrible boy he must be," cried the old maid. "He ought to
go to prison. Where is he?"

"Ask them, they'll know," cried Donald, pointing to Jack and Billy.

"No, it wasn't either of them. They were back in the crowd," cried the
old maid; "it was another boy, a red-headed one."

"I'm glad I told Noddy to get out," whispered Jack to his friends.

"Look, they are whispering to each other. I told you they knew