"
After attending to his charges, Mr. Kennedy and Phil stepped
behind the elephants and sat down on a pile of straw against the
side walls of the menagerie tent.
Phil confided at length what he had in mind, Kennedy nodding from
time to time as Phil made points that met with the trainer's
approval.
"Boy, you've got a head on you a yard wide. You'll make your
everlasting fortune. Why, I'd never even thought of that
before."
"Don't you think I had better speak to Mr. Sparling?"
Kennedy reflected for a moment.
"Perhaps you had better do so. But you needn't tell him what it
is. We'll give them a surprise. Let's go see the property man
and the carpenter. We'll find out what they can do for us."
Slipping out under the canvas, the two hurried back to the
property room, an enclosure where all the costumes were kept,
together with the armor used in the grand entry, and the other
trappings employed in the show, known as properties.
Mr. Kennedy explained to the property man what was wanted. The
latter called in the carpenter. After consulting for a few
minutes, they decided that they could give the elephant trainer
and his assistant what they sought.
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