It was intoxicating. And Phil Forrest went suddenly dizzy again.
“I’m losing my head,” rebuked the lad. “If I don’t pull myself together I shall surely fall off. Then they will have something to laugh at rather than to applaud.”
He took himself firmly in hand. But the applause did not abate one whit.
“Watch out, we’re going down,” warned the trainer.
“Right!”
The elephant trainer’s command came out like the crack of a ringmaster’s whip.
Slowly the great beasts lowered themselves toward the sawdust ring.
“Stoop over and grab the harness!”
Phil did so.
“Sit! Let go, Emperor!”