If Phil's head had swum before, it spun like a top now. Round
and round pirouetted the huge beasts, keeping in perfect step
with the music of the band, and tighter and tighter did the lad
grip the head harness of old Emperor. Phil closed his eyes after
a little because he had grown so dizzy that he feared he would
fall off.
"Hang on, kid. It'll be Christmas by and by," comforted the
trainer humorously.
"That's what I am trying to do," answered Phil a bit unsteadily.
"How's your head?"
"Whirling like a merry-go-round."
He heard the trainer chuckling.
The spectators were shouting out Phil's name all over the big
tent.
"Fine, fine!" chuckled James Sparling, rubbing his palms
together. "That ought to fill the tent tonight."
The spectators realized, too, that they were being treated to
something not down on the bills and their shouts and laughter
grew louder and louder.
"Do you think you could stand up on his head?" came the voice of
the trainer just loud enough for Phil to hear.
"Me? Stand on the elephant's head?"
"Yes. Think you can do it?"
"If I had a net underneath to catch me, maybe I'd try it.
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