"Going to have a wet night," observed Teddy, whom he met at the
entrance to the menagerie tent.
"Looks that way. But never mind; I'll share my rubber coat with
you. We can put it over us and sit up to sleep. That will make a
waterproof tent. Perhaps we may be able to find a stake or
something to stick up in the middle of the coat."
"But the canvas under us will be soaked," grumbled Teddy. "We'll
be wetter than ever."
"We'll gather some straw and tie it up in a tight bundle to put
under us when we get located. There goes the band. I must be
off, or you'll hear Emperor screaming for me."
"He's at it now. Hear him?"
"I couldn't well help hearing that roar," laughed Phil, starting
off on a run.
The grand entry was made, Phil crouching low in the bonnet on the
big beast's head. It was an uncomfortable position, but he did
not mind it in the least. The only thing that troubled Phil was
the fear that the head gear might become disarranged and spoil
the effect of his surprise. There were many in the tent who had
seen him make his flight at the afternoon performance, and had
returned with their friends almost solely to witness the pretty
spectacle again.
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