“Yet never a sound did the big fellow utter until he had reached the ring in the center.
“‘Cling fast and be ready,’ then came his command as the end of his trunk brushed the vines near my ear. And kneeling and holding the placard on high, he gravely bowed to the crowd and bowed to the riders and bowed to the ringmasters three.
“‘Found!’ they all cried as they read the words I had written, ‘Found by Diggeldy Dan!’
“‘But who,’ puzzled all in the very next breath, ‘is this one called Diggeldy Dan?’
“‘And where may he be?’ questioned the ringmasters three, as they all cracked their whips for attention.
“‘Yes—
where—
is—
he?’
demanded four separate voices, each of the four of them supplying a word. While into the ring stepped the men who had spoken, all wearing black suits and high hats of silk and mustaches as dark as the tips of their boots.