"Then, what's the use of being any more'n lazy?"

Teddy's logic was too much for his companion, and Phil laughed
heartily.

"Look, the elephant is butting one of the wagons," cried Teddy.

"No, they are using the elephant to push the cage around in
place. I wonder what's in it," said Phil.

A roar that fairly made the ground shake answered Phil's
question. The cage in question held a lion, and a big, ugly one
if his voice was any indication. The great elephant, when the
cage was being placed, would, at a signal from its keeper, place
its ponderous head against one side of the cage and push, while a
driver would steer the wagon by taking hold of the end of the
tongue.

It was a novel sight for the two boys, and they watched it with
the keenest interest. A man dressed in riding clothes, carrying
a short crop in his hand, was observing the operations with equal
interest. He was James Sparling, the proprietor and manager of
the Great Combined Shows, but the lads were unaware of that fact.
Even had they known, it is doubtful if Mr. Sparling would have
been of sufficient attraction to draw their attention from the
working elephant.

All at once there was a warning shout from Mr. Sparling.

The men set up a yell, followed by a sudden scurrying from the