Those of the performers not otherwise engaged at the moment were
assembled inside the big top at one side of the bandstand, fairly
holding their sides with laughter over old Emperor's exhibition.
Standing back in the shadow of the seats, where the rays from the
gasoline lamps did not reach, stood Mr. Sparling, a pleased smile
on his face, his eyes twinkling with merriment. It was a good
act that could draw from James Sparling these signs of approval.
The act was nearing its close.
The audience thought they had seen the best of it. But there was
still a surprise to come--a surprise that they did not even dream
of.
The time was at hand for the elephants to rear in a grand finale.
An attendant quietly led Jupiter from the ring and to his
quarters, Emperor making a circuit of the sawdust arena to cover
the going of the other elephant and that there might be no
cessation of action in the exhibition.
Emperor and his trainer finally halted, standing facing the
reserved seats, as motionless as statues.
The audience sat silent and expectant. They felt that something
still was before them, but what they had not the least idea, of
course.
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