"It's Jerry! It's Jerry!" came an agonized scream which Jerry, from his
seat high in the air on the elephant's trunk, recognized as the voice of
Chris.
"He'll be killed!" cried Danny's remorseful voice, high and shrill
above the uproar. "And it's all my fault!"
"Up! Up! Sult Anna!" commanded Jerry, and laughed aloud and waved his
arms. Why were all those people afraid? Sult Anna wasn't going to hurt
him!
All the clowns had come running about the elephant.
"It's Jerry Elbow!" exclaimed Whiteface.
"It's Gary!" cried a woman's voice from the palanquin on the elephant's
back. Jerry looked at her. She was a very pretty woman in a most
wonderful sparkling dress, and she leaned forward, extending her arms
towards him.
Jerry heard the strident voice of the elephant-tender commanding Sult
Anna to lower him and the man started to jab the elephant in the trunk,
but Whiteface shouted:
"Don't touch the elephant! She knows the boy!"
"He's not hurt at all!" cried an amazed voice in the crowd.
"Take your seats! There is no danger!" Whiteface called to the
frightened and huddled mass at the top tiers of seats.
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