His good-nature had suddenly left him, and the canvasmen, knowing
what they might expect from the wrathful showman, stood not upon
the order of their going. They ran.
Larry had left some of his belongings behind a cage in the
menagerie tent, and he headed directly for that place to get it
out and foot it for the village before Mr. Sparling should
discover him on the grounds.
In going after his bundle Larry was obliged to pass the elephant
station, where the elephants were taking their morning baths,
throwing water over their backs from tubs that had been placed
before them. A pail full of water had been left near old
Emperor's tub by the keeper, because the tub would hold no more.
Emperor apparently had not observed it, nor did he seem to
see the red-headed canvasman striding his way. Mr. Kennedy,
the keeper, was at the far end of the line sweeping off the baby
elephant with a broom, while Phil and Teddy were sitting on a
pile of straw back of Emperor discussing their experience the
previous evening.
"There's Red," said Teddy, pointing.
"Yes, and he seems to be in a great hurry about something.
I'll bet Mr. Sparling has discharged him. I'm sorry. I hate
to see anybody lose his job, but I guess Red deserves it if
anybody does.
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