"
Phil, after looking around, found a window with the small panes
of glass missing. The window was so high that he could not reach
it, so he stood on the ground and tossed the peanuts in, while
the big elephant demonstrated the satisfaction he felt, in a
series of sharp intakes of breath.
"Now I'm going," announced Phil. "Goodbye, Emperor. Here's a
lump of sugar. That's all I have for you."
Phil turned away sorrowfully. His purpose had failed. Not
because he doubted his ability to carry it out, but he was not
sure that he would be right in doing so.
A few rods down the road he paused, turned and uttered his shrill
signal whistle, with no other idea in mind than to bring some
comfort to the imprisoned beast.
Emperor interpreted the signal otherwise, however. He uttered a
loud, shrill trumpet; then things began to happen with a rapidity
that fairly made the circus boy's head whirl.
A sudden jingle of metal, a crashing and rending from within the
shop, caused Phil to halt sharply after he had once more started
on his way.
Crash! Bang!
Emperor had brought his wonderful strength to bear on his
flimsily constructed prison with disastrous results to the
latter.
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