The inspiring music of the circus band, too, added to his
exhilaration. He felt like throwing up his hands and shouting.
Suddenly he felt something tugging at his coat pocket, and
glancing down gave a start as he discovered the inquisitive trunk
of Emperor thrust deep down in the pocket.
When the trunk came away it brought with it a lump of sugar that
Phil did not know he possessed. The sugar was promptly conveyed
to the elephant's mouth, the beast uttering a loud scream of
satisfaction.
"Emperor, you rascal!" laughed Phil, patting the beast on the
head.
Once more the trunk curled up in search of more sugar, but a
stern command from the trainer caused the beast to lower it
quickly. The time for play had passed. The moment had arrived
for Emperor to do his work and he was not the animal to shirk his
act. In fact, he seemed to delight in it. All elephants work
better when they have with them some human being or animal on
which they have centered their affections. Sometimes it is a
little black and tan dog, sometimes a full-grown man. In this
instance it happened to be a boy, and that boy Phil Forrest.
"Waltz!" commanded the trainer.
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