He tried the experiment.
"Left, Emperor!"
The elephant swerved sharply to the left, aided by a sharp tap of
the riding crop which Phil still carried.
Phil uttered a little cry of exultation.
"Now, if I can head them off!"
With this in mind he gradually worked Emperor around until the
herd had been led into a narrow street. Here, Phil began forcing
his mount back and forth across the street in an effort to check
the rush of the stampede, all the time calling out the command to
slow down, which he had learned from Mr. Kennedy.
He was more successful than he had even dreamed he could be.
"Now, if I am not mistaken, that street beyond there leads out to
the lot. I'll see if I can make them go that way."
All did save Jupiter, who charged straight ahead for some
distance, then turning sharply tore back and joined his fellows.
"If I had a hook I believe I could lead him. He's a very
bad elephant. I hope nobody has been killed."
It was more quiet in the street where Forrest now found himself,
and by degrees the excitement that had taken possession of the
huge beasts began to wear off.
Phil uttered his commands to them in short, confident tones,
all the time drawing nearer and nearer to the circus lot.
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