; for no sooner didthey get their hands inside their coats, than around thecorner of a booth came Rolie Polie, driving his little donkeyin a white and red chariot. The tooting of the horns hadbeen too much for the donkey, and now the little clowncould do nothing to check its wild gallop as it tore… … <£top! Musicians, did I say? Well, they were musicians nolonger, for beneath the torn and tumbled coat of eachthere might now be seen a broad belt holding big pistolsand a keen edged cutlass. The three Buccaneers from Grumble town! yelled theMayor. Capture them quickly! Big Bill was on his feet…
