No; I think, upon second
thought, that we had better take him out. It may take his mind
from his troubles."
"What do you think is the matter with him?" questioned the
Circus Boy, regarding the beast thoughtfully.
"That's what bothers me. He has never acted this way before.
Usually there are some signs that I told you about once before
that tells one an elephant is going bad."
"You mean the tear drops that come out from the slit under
the eye?"
"Yes. There has been nothing of that sort with Jupiter."
"He acts to me as if he had a bad stomach," suggested
Phil wisely.
"That's right. That expresses it exactly. I guess we'll have to
give him a pill to set him straight. But Jupiter never was much
of a hand for pills. He'll object if we suggest it."
"Then don't suggest it. Just give it to him in his food."
"You can't fool him," answered Mr. Kennedy, with a shake of
the head. "He'd smell it a rod away, and that would make him
madder than ever. The best way is to make him open his mouth and
throw the pill back as far as possible in his throat."
"Have you told Mr. Sparling?"
"No. He doesn't like to be bothered with these little things.
He leaves that all to me.
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