It was foolish of me to think I could do
anything to help Mr. Sparling and the elephant out of his
trouble. I ought to be able to walk to the next stand and get
there in time for the last breakfast call, providing I can find
the way."
Perhaps Phil's conscience troubled him a little, though he had
done nothing worse than to follow the dictates of his kind heart
in his desire to be of assistance to his employer and to befriend
old Emperor.
Placing his lips close to the door, Phil called softly.
"Emperor!" he said.
The restless swaying and heavy breathing within ceased suddenly.
"Emperor!" repeated the lad, at the same time uttering the low
whistle that the big elephant had come to know so well.
A mighty cough from the interior of the blacksmith shop answered
Phil Forrest's signal.
"Be quiet, Emperor. Be quiet! We are going to get you out as
soon as we can, old fellow! You just behave yourself now. Do
you hear?"
Emperor emitted another loud cough.
"Good old Emperor. I've got some peanuts for you, but I don't
know how I am going to give them to you. Wait a minute. Perhaps
there is a window somewhere that I can toss them through.
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