"Stations!"
Each beast walked to his regular place, a dozen sinuous trunks
gathering up as many wisps of hay.
"Back up! Back, Jupiter!"
As docile as if they never had left the tent, each huge beast
slowly felt his way into his corner.
"Good boy, Emperor!" glowed Phil holding out a small bag of
peanuts, which Emperor quickly stowed away in his mouth bag
and all.
"You greedy fellow! Now get back into your own corner!"
The elephant did so.
"You fellows keep away from here," warned Phil as the anxious
tent men began crowding around him. "Don't let anybody get these
big fellows excited. We've had trouble enough for one day."
Phil then began chaining down the beasts, his first care being to
secure the unruly Jupiter. But Jupiter's fit of bad temper
seemed to have left him entirely. He was as peaceful as could
be, and, to show that he was good, he showered a lot of hay all
over Phil.
"You bad, bad boy!" chided the lad. "All this is just because
you let your temper get the best of you. I think perhaps
Mr. Sparling may have something to say to you if anyone
has been killed or seriously hurt. Oh, you want some peanuts,
do you? I haven't any, but I'll get you some, though goodness
knows you don't deserve any.
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