Don't you be backward about doing so, will you?"
Phil assured her that he would not.
The two lads after some further conversation strolled from the
cook tent.
"I think I'll go in and see how the animals are getting along,"
decided Phil, beginning to realize that he was free to go where
he would and without fear of being ordered off.
Already people were gathering in front of the entrance for the
night performance. The doors were advertised to open at seven
o'clock, so that the spectators might have plenty of time in
which to view the collection of "rare and wonderful beasts,
gathered from the remote places of the earth," as the announcer
proclaimed from the vantage point of a dry goods box.
Phil bought a bag of peanuts and took them in to his friend
Emperor, the beast uttering a shrill cry of joy when he saw Phil
approaching.
"I'll try to teach him my whistle," said the boy, puckering his
lips and giving the signal that the boys of his school used in
summoning each other.
"Think he'll remember that, Mr. Kennedy?" he asked of the
trainer.
"Never forget it, will you, Emperor?"
The elephant coughed.
"Never forgets anything.
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