"Who was the fellow? Could you recognize him?"
"It was Ben Ali."
McGlory bounded up, excited, and his own face reflecting some of the perplexity that shone in his friend's.
Before the conversation could be continued, however, a man thrust his head into the calliope tent.
"They're waiting for you fellows," he announced. "Hustle!"
[CHAPTER IV.]
QUEER PROCEEDINGS.
The place occupied by the aëroplane in the procession was almost at the end, and just behind the herd of four elephants. Rajah, owing to his freakish disposition, was always the fourth elephant of the string, Delhi his mate, immediately preceding him. With peaceable brutes ahead, Rajah might usually be depended upon not to cut any capers.
It will be seen from this that the Comet followed on the heels of Rajah.