Very soon the fluttering flags from the big top were seen above
the intervening housetops.
"I'm going to win--oh, I hope I do!" breathed the Circus Boy.
With rapid strides, at times merging into a full run, the beasts
tore along, now understanding that they were nearing their
quarters, where safety and quiet would be assured.
And, beyond that, it was time for their dinners. Already bales
of hay had been placed in front of their quarters, and the
elephants knew it.
As the procession burst into the circus lot a dozen attendants
started on a run toward them.
"Keep off!" shouted Phil. "Do you want to stampede them again?
Keep away, I tell you and I'll get them home. Drive all the
people out of the way in case the bulls make another break.
That's all you can do now."
Now young Forrest urged Emperor to the head of the line of
bobbing beasts, feeling sure that the others would follow him
in now.
They did. The whole line of elephants swept in through the
opening that the attendants had quickly made by letting down
a section of the side walls of the menagerie tent, with Phil
Forrest a proud and happy boy, perched on the head of
old Emperor.
"Halt!"
He went at it with all the confidence and skill of a professional
elephant trainer.
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