The Circus Boys on the Flying Rings : or, Making the Start in the Sawdust Life by Edgar B. P. Darlington
page 77 of 254 (30%)
page 77 of 254 (30%)
|
seat," he exclaimed. "But, if I am going to be late I won't be
alone. There are a whole lot more of us that were too much interested in the animal trainer to think to come in and get our seats. I guess I had better run. I--" Phil started to run, but he got no further than the start. All at once his waist was encircled in a powerful grip and he felt his feet leaving the ground. Phil was being raised straight up into the air by some strange force, the secret of which he did not understand. CHAPTER VIII IN THE SAWDUST ARENA The lad repressed an inclination to cry out, for the thing that had encircled his waist and raised him up seemed to be tightening about him. A familiar voice just behind him served to calm Phil's disquieted nerves. "Don't be frightened, kid. It's only Emperor having a little joke. He's a funny fellow," said the elephant's attendant. Phil had read somewhere that elephants possessed a keen sense of humor, and now he was sure of it. But he never thought he would |
|