A light twinkled here and there in a house, where the people, no doubt, were discussing the exciting events of the day. As Phil drew near the cemetery1 he heard voices.
It would not do to be discovered, so the lad climbed the fence and crept along the edge of the open plot. He was nearing the blacksmith shop and it was soon apparent to him that quite a number of men had gathered in front of the shop itself.
Skulking2 up to the corner, the last rod being traversed on all fours, the circus boy flattened3 himself on the ground to listen, in an effort to learn if possible what were the plans of the villagers. If they had any he did not learn them, for their conversation was devoted4 principally to discussing what they had done to the Sparling show and what they would do further before they had finished with this business.
Phil did learn, however, that the man who had been hurled5 through the store window was not fatally injured, as had been thought at first. Someone announced that the doctor had said the man would be about again in a couple of weeks.
“I’m glad of that,” muttered Phil. “I shouldn’t like to think that Emperor had killed anyone. I wonder how he likes it in there.”
Evidently the elephant was not well pleased, for the lad could hear him stirring restlessly and tugging6 at his chains.
“Won’t he be surprised, though?” chuckled7 Phil. “I shouldn’t be surprised if he made a lot of noise. I hope he doesn’t, for I don’t want to stir the town up. I wonder if those fellows are going to stay there all night?”
The loungers showed no inclination9 to move, so there was nothing for the boy to do but to lie still and wait.
After a little he began to feel chilled, and began hopping10 around on hands and feet to start his blood moving. A little of this warmed him up considerably11. This time he sat down in the fence corner. The night was moonless, but the stars were quite bright, enabling Phil to make out objects some distance away. He could see quite plainly the men gathered in front of the blacksmith shop.
After a wait of what seemed hours to Phil, one of the watchers stirred himself.
“Well, fellows, we might as well go home. The brute’s settled down for the night, I reckon.”
“What time is it?”
“Half past two,” announced the first speaker.
“Well, well, I should say it was time to go. Not going to stay with him, are you, sheriff?”
“Not necessary. He can’t get out.”
After listening at the closed door, the one whom Phil judged to be an officer joined his companions and all walked leisurely12 down the road.
The lad remained in the fence corner for sometime, but he stood up after they had gone. He did not dare move about much, fearing that Emperor might hear and know him and raise a great tumult13.
Phil waited all of half an hour; then he climbed the fence and slipped cautiously to the door of the shop.
It was securely locked.
“Oh, pshaw! That’s too bad,” grumbled14 the lad. “How am I going to do it?”
Phil ran his fingers lightly over the fastening, which consisted of a strong hasp and a padlock.
“What shall I do? I dare not try to break the lock. I should be committing a crime if I did. Perhaps I am already. No; I’m not, and I shall not. I’ll just speak to Emperor, then start off on foot after the show. It was foolish of me to think I could do anything to help Mr. Sparling and the elephant out of his trouble. I ought to be able to walk to the next stand and get there in time for the last breakfast call, providing I can find the way.”
Perhaps Phil’s conscience troubled him a little, though he had done nothing worse than to follow the dictates15 of his kind heart in his desire to be of assistance to his employer and to befriend old Emperor.
Placing his lips close to the door, Phil called softly.
“Emperor!” he said.
The restless swaying and heavy breathing within ceased suddenly.
“Emperor!” repeated the lad, at the same time uttering the low whistle that the big elephant had come to know so well.
A mighty16 cough from the interior of the blacksmith shop answered Phil Forrest’s signal.
“Be quiet, Emperor. Be quiet! We are going to get you out as soon as we can, old fellow! You just behave yourself now. Do you hear?”
Emperor emitted another loud cough.
“Good old Emperor. I’ve got some peanuts for you, but I don’t know how I am going to give them to you. Wait a minute. Perhaps there is a window somewhere that I can toss them through.”
Phil, after looking around, found a window with the small panes17 of glass missing. The window was so high that he could not reach it, so he stood on the ground and tossed the peanuts in, while the big elephant demonstrated the satisfaction he felt, in a series of sharp intakes18 of breath.
“Now I’m going,” announced Phil. “Goodbye, Emperor. Here’s a lump of sugar. That’s all I have for you.”
Phil turned away sorrowfully. His purpose had failed. Not because he doubted his ability to carry it out, but he was not sure that he would be right in doing so.
A few rods down the road he paused, turned and uttered his shrill19 signal whistle, with no other idea in mind than to bring some comfort to the imprisoned20 beast.
Emperor interpreted the signal otherwise, however. He uttered a loud, shrill trumpet21; then things began to happen with a rapidity that fairly made the circus boy’s head whirl.
A sudden jingle
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