"Well, it's a lesson for you to leave Rajah alone."
"T'anks, I know dot. Oof he vas der only elephant vat dere iss, I vouldn't haf nodding to do mit him. Vile I'm vaiding for dot fordune to come from India I haf got to lif, but I vill shdarve pefore I dry to make a lifing taking care oof Racha. Br-r-r, you old sgoundrel!" and Carl turned and shook his fist at Rajah.
Just at this moment Boss Burton stepped up to Matt and his friends.
"Here's a hard-luck proposition!" he glowered. "My biggest elephant raises Cain in a way he never did while Ben Ali had charge of him. Ben Ali was a villain, but he knew how to manage elephants. But Rajah goes in the parade, you can bet your pile on that."
"You don't mean it, Burton!" cried Motor Matt.
"Oh, don't I?" and there was a resolute gleam in the showman's eyes as he faced Matt. "You watch and see," he added.
"You're taking a lot of chances if you stick to that notion," grunted McGlory. "The brute's liable to smash a few cages and let loose a lion or two. By the time you foot the bill, Burton, you'll find you're riding a mighty expensive hobby."
"Rajah goes in the parade," shouted the angry showman, "or I put a bullet into him. I've got my mad up now."
"Who'll take him?" queried Matt.
"If I can't find any one to put him through his paces, by gorry I'll do it myself!"