When they discovered that they didn't know what to
do with him. Somebody suggested that they might lock him up in
the blacksmith shop."
"The blacksmith shop?" exploded the owner.
"I hope they don't try to fit him with shoes," he added, with a
grim smile.
"Well, maybe it wouldn't be so bad if they did. We'd have our
elephant right quick. Yes, they tried the blacksmith shop on,
and it worked, but it was a close fit. If Emperor had had a bump
on his back as big as an egg he wouldn't have gone in."
"And he's there now?"
"Yes. I reckon I'd better stay here and camp at the hotel,
hadn't I, so's to be handy when your lawyer comes on? Emperor
might tear up the town if he got loose."
Mr. Sparling reflected for a moment.
"Kennedy, you'll go with the show tonight. I don't care if
Emperor tears this town up by the roots. If none of us is here,
then we shall not be to blame for what happens. We didn't tell
them to lock him up in the blacksmith shop. You can get back
after the lawyer has gotten him out. That will be time enough."
"Where is the blacksmith shop?" questioned Phil.
"Know where the graveyard is?"
"Yes.
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