"You can?" returned the showman jubilantly. "Well, this is a stroke of luck, and no mistake. Are you good at the job?"
"Good as you find," was the complacent response.
"This elephant's a killer," remarked the showman cautiously.
"He can't kill Dhondaram, sahib," said the Hindoo, with a confident smile.
"He has just been in a tantrum, and threw one man through the tent."
"The elephant, when he is mad, must be looked after with knowledge, sahib."
"Well, you come on, Dhondaram, and we'll see how much knowledge you've got."
Dhondaram dropped in behind Burton, and Matt and his friends fell in behind Dhondaram. Together they repaired to the animal tent.
"Don't like the brown man's looks, hanged if I do, pard," muttered McGlory.
"Me, neider," added Carl. "He iss like der shnake, I bed you—ready to shtrike ven you don't exbect dot. Aber meppy he iss a goot hand mit der elephant. Ve shall see aboudt dot."