Phil Forrest experienced a thrill that ran all through him when
he realized what was taking place.
"We can't stop to put you down now, my boy. You'll have to go
through the performance with us. Grab the head harness when he
lets you down on his head. You can sit on the head without
danger, but keep hold of the harness with one hand. I'll bet
you'll make a hit."
"I will if I fall off," answered Phil a bit unsteadily.
As it was, the unusual motion made him a little giddy.
"That's a good stunt. Stick to him, Forrest," directed a voice
as they swept on toward the ring.
The voice belonged to Mr. Sparling, the owner of the show. He
was quick to grasp the value of Phil's predicament--that is, its
value to the show as a drawing card.
By now the people began to understand that something unusual was
going on, and they asked each other what it was all about.
"It's Phil Forrest riding the elephant," shouted one of the lad's
school friends, recognizing him all at once. "Hooray for Phil!"
There were many of the pupils from his school there, and the
howling and shouting that greeted him made the lad's cheeks burn.
But now, instead of wanting to crawl under something and hide,
Phil felt a thrill of pleasure, of pride in the achievement that
was denied to all the rest of his friends.
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