The elephant trumpeted again and lumbered heavily towards the tier of seats where Jerry stood, lowered its trunk and curled it about Jerry’s body.

A great gasp went up from the people about Jerry and then some women and men cried out and a girl screamed.

“It’s mad!  It’s run amuck!” some one cried, and in an instant there was an uproar of terror as the people left their seats and surged back to higher tiers where they hoped the elephant could not reach them.

“It’s Jerry!  It’s Jerry!” came an agonized scream which Jerry, from his seat high in the air on the elephant’s trunk, recognized as the voice of Chris.

“He’ll be killed!” cried Danny’s remorseful voice, high and shrill above the uproar.  “And it’s all my fault!”

“Up!  Up!  Sult Anna!” commanded Jerry, and laughed aloud and waved his arms.  Why were all those people afraid?  Sult Anna wasn’t going to hurt him!

All the clowns had come running about the elephant.

“It’s Jerry Elbow!” exclaimed Whiteface.

“It’s Gary!” cried a woman’s voice from the palanquin on the elephant’s back.  Jerry looked at her.  She was a very pretty woman in a most wonderful sparkling dress, and she leaned forward, extending her arms towards him.

Jerry heard the strident voice of the elephant-tender commanding Sult Anna to lower him and the man started to jab the elephant in the trunk, but Whiteface shouted: 

“Don’t touch the elephant!  She knows the boy!”

“He’s not hurt at all!” cried an amazed voice in the crowd.

“Take your seats!  There is no danger!” Whiteface called to the frightened and huddled mass at the top tiers of seats.

Then the band struck into a lively air and circus attendants and spectators ran up to the elephants.  Among those who arrived early were Danny and Chris, frightened but curious, and Mr. Burrows.  The performance was going on in other parts of the big tent and the spectators there seemed already to have forgotten the incident, but the unreserved seat section still seethed with interest, apprehension and curiosity.

“What’s all this fuss?” asked Mr. Burrows, puffing from the speed with which he had hurried to the scene.  “We can’t have the performance held up this way and the people frightened.”

“As the elephants came along,” explained Whiteface, “a boy was singing some of the words of my elephant song, and Sultana, I believe, recognized him.  She trumpeted twice, reached out her trunk and carried him high into the air.  He kept crying, ‘Up!  Up!  Sultana!’ She has not hurt him at all.”

Mr. Burrows looked up at Jerry, still sitting on the elephant’s trunk.

“Why, bless my soul!” he exclaimed.  “It’s the orphan boy who helped carry water for the elephants this morning!”

“Robert, it’s Gary!” again cried the beautiful lady in the palanquin on the elephant’s back.

Jerry looked up at her and found her weeping.  He wondered why she was crying and who Gary might be.