Stretching out his trunk, he encircled the waist of the yelling
canvasman, and, raising him on high, dashed him to the ground
almost under his ponderous feet.
Phil had risen about the time the tub came down. At first he
laughed; but when the elephant caught his victim, the lad knew
that the situation was critical.
"Emperor! Down!" he shouted.
It was then that the elephant cast Red under his feet.
Phil darted forward just as a ponderous foot was raised to
trample the man to death. Without the least sense of fear the
lad ran in under Emperor, and, grabbing Larry by the heels,
dragged him quickly out.
The elephant was furious at the loss of his prey, and, raising
his trunk, trumpeted his disapproval, straining at his chains and
showing every sign of dangerous restlessness.
After getting Larry out of harm's way, Phil sprang fearlessly
toward his elephant friend.
"Quiet, Emperor, you naughty boy!" Forrest chided. "Don't you
know you might have killed him? I wouldn't want anything to do
with you if you had done a thing like that."
Gradually the great beast grew quiet and his sinuous trunk sought
out the Circus Boy's pockets in search of sweets, of which there
was a limited supply.
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