"The elephant is escaping!" cried the people, as they threw up
their windows and gazed out. As they looked they saw a huge,
shadowy shape hurling itself down the street, whereat they
hastily withdrew their heads. In a few moments the men of the
village came rushing out, all running toward the blacksmith shop
to learn what had happened there. There followed a perfect
pandemonium of yells when they discovered the wrecked condition
of the place.
In the meantime Phil had guided Emperor into the road that led to
the show grounds of the previous day. The elephant was about to
turn into the lot, when a sharp slap from his rider caused him to
swing back into the highway on the trail of the wagons that had
passed on some hours before.
Once he had fairly started Emperor followed the trail, making the
turns and following the twists of the road as unerringly as an
Indian follows the trail of his enemy.
"Hurrah!" shouted Phil, after they had got clear of the village.
"I've won, I've won! But, oh, won't there be a row back there
when they find out what has happened, I wonder if they will
follow us."
The thought startled him.
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