“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 and the carpenter. We’ll find out what they can do for us.”
Slipping out under the canvas, the two hurried back to the property room, an enclosure where all the costumes were kept, together with the armor used in the grand entry, and the other trappings employed in the show, known as properties.
Mr. Kennedy explained to the property man what was wanted. The latter called in the carpenter. After consulting for a few minutes, they decided that they could give the elephant trainer and his assistant what they sought.
“When will you have it ready?”
“Maybe in time for tonight’s performance, but I can’t promise for sure.”
“Thank you,” exclaimed Phil, hurrying away to consult with Mr. Sparling.
“I have been thinking out a plan to work up my part of the elephant act,” announced Phil, much to the owner’s surprise.