Early on the following morning they came upon a circus which was moving from one city to the next. First came the wagons and chariots—the latter covered over with canvas to protect the gold leaf from exposure to the weather—and then followed a herd of elephants and another of camels.
“By Jove! we must get pictures of these beasts!” cried Frank. “Quick, Bob, get the camera into shape. They are stopping.”
Something was the matter with one of the wagons ahead, and a temporary stoppage all along the line ensued.
Bob at once unslung the tripod and set it up. Then the camera was placed on top, and both hastily sighted the instrument at the camels, who were standing in a picturesque group.
In half a second the picture was taken.
“Now for the elephants,” said Frank. “Let us catch that big fellow in front. He is looking directly toward us.”
“And he looks as if he didn’t like it,” added Bob. “See him swaying from side to side.”
“By Jove! I believe you’re right,” cried the young man. “Gracious! he is coming this way.”
Frank was right. Unobserved by his keeper, the huge beast was striding toward them, his trunk high in the air.
“Look out!” yelled Bob. “Something is wrong.”