First he had torn the blacksmith's bellows out by the
roots and hurled it from him. Next he set to work to smash
everything within reach. A moment of this and the elephant had
freed himself from the light chains with which the keeper had
secured him.
"Wha--oh, what is he doing?" gasped Phil Forrest.
The boards on one side of the shop burst out as from a sudden
explosion. Down came half a dozen of the light studdings that
supported the roof on that side.
By this time Emperor had worked himself into a fine temper. He
turned his attention to the other side of the shop with similar
disastrous results. The interior of the blacksmith shop was a
wreck. It could not have been in much worse condition had it
been struck by a cyclone.
All of a sudden the elephant threw his whole weight against the
big sliding door. It burst out with a report like that of a
cannon.
Emperor came staggering out into the open. There he paused, with
twitching ears and curling trunk, peering into the darkness in
search of Phil Forrest.
Phil recovered from his surprise sufficiently to realize what had
happened and that old Emperor was free once more.
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