Sparling was riding
ahead in a carriage drawn by four splendid white horses, driven
by a coachman resplendent in livery and gold lace, while the
bobbing plumes on the heads of the horses added to the
impressiveness of the picture.
"I'd give anything in the world to be able to ride in a carriage
like that," decided Phil. "Maybe someday I shall. We'll see."
Now came the elephants, lumbering along on velvet feet. On the
second one there crouched a figure that somehow seemed strangely
familiar to Phil Forrest. The figure was made up to represent a
huge frog.
A peculiar gesture of one of the frog's legs revealed the
identity of the figure beneath the mask.
"Teddy!" howled Phil.
"Have a frog's leg," retorted Teddy, shaking one of them
vigorously at the motley collection of clowns.
"Not eating frogs legs today," jeered a clown, as Teddy went
swinging past them, a strange, grotesque figure on the back of
the huge, hulking beast.
The clowns' wagon was just on the point of turning when the men
heard a loud uproar far down the line. At first they thought it
was a part of the show, but it soon became apparent that
something was wrong.
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