think I might work up this act of ours to make it rather funny."

It will be observed that Phil was rapidly falling into the
vernacular of the showman.

"If you've got any ideas we'll thresh them out. Emperor will be
willing. He'll say yes to anything you suggest. What is it?"

"Don't you think Mr. Sparling would object?"

"Not he. Wait till I get the bulls chained; then we'll talk."

After attending to his charges, Mr. Kennedy and Phil stepped
behind the elephants and sat down on a pile of straw against the
side walls of the menagerie tent.

Phil confided at length what he had in mind, Kennedy nodding from
time to time as Phil made points that met with the trainer's
approval.

"Boy, you've got a head on you a yard wide. You'll make your
everlasting fortune. Why, I'd never even thought of that
before."

"Don't you think I had better speak to Mr. Sparling?"

Kennedy reflected for a moment.

"Perhaps you had better do so. But you needn't tell him what it
is. We'll give them a surprise. Let's go see the property man