CHAPTER X.—CAPTURING THE ELEPHANT.
For the moment it looked as if the mad elephant would crush a dozen or more of the audience.
He was making straight for the crowd, which tried in vain to clear a path for him to pass.
The uproar was terrible, but it was nothing compared to the trumpeting of the gigantic beast.
Several attendants rushed toward the elephant with prods, but he was too angry to notice them.
“Turn him back!”
“He’ll walk right over the crowd!”
“Lasso him!”
“Shoot him!”
And so the cries went on.