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"Ho!" said Ramball sarcastically. "Then perhaps the biggest swell out of my father's dominions would like to show me how to do it himself." "I don't know that I can," said Singh quietly; "but I dare say the poor beast would obey me if I tried." "Oh, pray try, then, sir.
"The giant, sir?" said the poor fellow, shivering. "Giant?" cried Ramball. "Well, yes, giant if you like. Where did you see him?" "It was about a mile down the road, sir, and we was coming down the Cut Lane with a load of clover, my mate and me, which we had been to fetch for the governor's horses in the yard here.
Then there was a crunch, crunch, crunch, as if pippins were being reduced to pulp, and more twigs were heard to snap. "Let him hear the whip again, Jem," shouted Mr Ramball.
"I am all right here. And how are you, my hero?" he continued, extending his hand to Singh. "Quite well," said Singh good-humouredly, looking at the showman but in imagination seeing the great elephant instead. "That's right," cried Ramball. "You look it hearty, both of you!" "Where's the elephant?" said Singh. "Oh, he's all right, sir. Fine." "Is he coming into the town?" cried Glyn.
At that moment the elephant's keeper and another man, a driver of one of the caravans, hurried excitedly into the hotel hall, dragging between them a miserable-looking object, drenched with mud and water, and trembling in every limb. "Mr Ramball, sir!" cried the keeper. "What, have you found him?" cried the proprietor.
You'd better go after your men and track him. He'll be most likely in some turnip-field having a gorge, and if you can't get him quietly back come to me again and I'll see what I can do." "Beg pardon, sir," said Ramball quietly, "I am ready for anything now, cunning as I used to think myself. But does your honour understand elephants?" "Does he understand elephants, Glyn!" cried Singh.
The day was gloriously fine, and all promised a famous harvest of sixpences for the great Ramball himself, a man as punctual in his appointments as he was in the feeding of his beasts, this being carried out regularly at certain times, but, unfortunately for the animals, in uncertain quantities dependent upon the supplies.
Going, gentlemen?" "Yes, we are going now," said Singh. "Yes, it's time we were off," said Glyn; "but I say, Mr Ramball, what about that rifle?" "Rifle? Oh, you mean my gun?" "Yes," said Glyn. "You don't mean to shoot that grand beast?" "Shoot him, sir? Not me. It put me in such a temper and made me say that. But, young gentlemen, do think over what I said.
"What for?" said Glyn coolly. "Oh, I don't know," continued Slegge, after a glance at the boys around, who burst into a low series of titters. "I would if I were you. There's a nice brotherly look about that one in the cage, and he hasn't got a tail." "Mr Severn," said the Doctor, "come here. I want you to tell Mr Ramball that you do not need any recompense for the services you have performed.
Huh!" he cried to the elephant, as he removed his foot and drew back. "You're a fine old beast after all." The monster rose at his command, and stood blinking at him and swinging his trunk to and fro. "Mind, sir!" shouted Ramball, who had been looking on anxiously. "Don't you trust him. He's brewing mischief.
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