Phil had risen about the time the tub came down. At first he laughed; but when the elephant caught his victim, the lad knew that the situation was critical.
"Emperor! Down!" he shouted.
It was then that the elephant cast Red under his feet.
Phil darted forward just as a ponderous foot was raised to trample the man to death. Without the least sense of fear the lad ran in under Emperor, and, grabbing Larry by the heels, dragged him quickly out.
The elephant was furious at the loss of his prey, and, raising his trunk, trumpeted his disapproval, straining at his chains and showing every sign of dangerous restlessness.
After getting Larry out of harm"s way, Phil sprang fearlessly toward his elephant friend.
"Quiet, Emperor, you naughty boy!" Forrest chided. "Don"t you know you might have killed him? I wouldn"t want anything to do with you if you had done a thing like that."
Gradually the great beast grew quiet and his sinuous trunk sought out the Circus Boy"s pockets in search of sweets, of which there was a limited supply.
While this was going on Mr. Kennedy, the keeper, had hurried up and dashed a pail of water into the face of the now unconscious Larry. By this time Larry was well soaked down.
He could not have been more so had he fallen in a mill pond.
But the last bucketful brought him quickly to his senses.
"You--you"ll pay for this," snarled Larry, shaking his fist at Phil Forrest.
"Why, I didn"t do anything, Larry," answered the lad in amazement.
"You did. You set him on to me."
"That"ll be about all from you, Mr. Red Head," warned Kennedy.
"The kid didn"t do anything but save your life. I wouldn"t let a little thing like that trouble me if I were you.
You"ve been doing something to that bull, or he"d never have used you like that. Why, Emperor is as gentle as a young kitten.
He wouldn"t hurt a fly unless the fly happened to bite him too hard. Phil, did you see that fellow do anything to him?"
Phil shook his head.
"Not now. He may have at some other time."
"That"s it!"
Just then Mr. Sparling came charging down on the scene, having heard of the row out at the front door.
Larry saw him coming. He decided not to argue the question any further, but started on a run across the tent, followed by the showman, who pursued him with long, angry strides. But Larry ducked under the tent and got away before his pursuer could reach him, while Phil and Teddy stood holding their sides with laughter.
CHAPTER XIV
IN DIRE PERIL
Two days had pa.s.sed and nothing more had been seen of the discharged canvasmen. Believing they were well rid of them all hands proceeded to forget about the very existence of Larry and Bad Eye.
As Phil was pa.s.sing the roped-off enclosure where the elephants were tethered, the next morning just before the parade, he saw Mr. Kennedy regarding one of the elephants rather anxiously.
"What"s the trouble? Anything gone wrong?" sang out the lad cheerily.
"Not yet," answered the keeper without turning his head.
"Something is bothering you or else you are planning out something new for the bulls," decided Phil promptly.
"What is it?"
"I don"t like the way Jupiter is acting."
"How?"
"He is ugly."
Phil ducked under the ropes and boldly walked over toward the swaying beast.
"Better keep away from him. He isn"t to be trusted today."
"Going to send him out in the parade?"
"Haven"t decided yet. I may think it best to leave Jupiter here with perhaps the baby elephant for company. He would cut up, I"m afraid, were I to leave him here alone. No; I think, upon second thought, that we had better take him out. It may take his mind from his troubles."
"What do you think is the matter with him?" questioned the Circus Boy, regarding the beast thoughtfully.
"That"s what bothers me. He has never acted this way before.
Usually there are some signs that I told you about once before that tells one an elephant is going bad."
"You mean the tear drops that come out from the slit under the eye?"
"Yes. There has been nothing of that sort with Jupiter."
"He acts to me as if he had a bad stomach," suggested Phil wisely.
"That"s right. That expresses it exactly. I guess we"ll have to give him a pill to set him straight. But Jupiter never was much of a hand for pills. He"ll object if we suggest it."
"Then don"t suggest it. Just give it to him in his food."
"You can"t fool him," answered Mr. Kennedy, with a shake of the head. "He"d smell it a rod away, and that would make him madder than ever. The best way is to make him open his mouth and throw the pill back as far as possible in his throat."
"Have you told Mr. Sparling?"
"No. He doesn"t like to be bothered with these little things.
He leaves that all to me. It"s a guess, though, as to just what to do under these conditions. No two cases, any more than any two elephants, are alike when it comes to disposition and treatment."
"No; I suppose not."
"Where are you going now, Phil?"
"Going back to the dressing tent to get ready for the parade.