arters?"

"Yes, he's waiting to turn on the current whenever he gets your signal."

"Great!" said Bruce. "I was a little worried about that. There isn't
any real danger, but you might have made a ground or a short circuit and
upset everything." Then turning to Nipper Knapp, he shouted, "How about
the motor, Nipper?"

"Set and ready for connections," shouted the Scout.

"Right-o! Then we'll have Mr. Elephant out of the hole in a jiffy,"
shouted Bruce, as he seized the two ends of the wires and began to bend
them about the terminals of the motor. He worked with speed and accuracy
and the little circus manager could not help commenting on his skill as
an electrician.

"Hum! I guess you lads know what you're doin', all right," he said.

"Well, we hope our efforts are successful," said Bruce. Then he added,
"It's time you sent your trainer down there on the ledge to get the
elephant out of the water."

"Don't worry, son; we ain't losin' no time on our end of this game. He's
down there now an'--."

Shouts of laughter from the crowd assembled around the edge of the hole
interrupted the little manager.

He and Bruce both looked up involuntarily. Then they, too, burst into
uproarious laughter at the spectacle.

The trainer had gone down onto the ledge with an armful of bread loaves
to tempt the elephant out of the water. There he stood holding out a
loaf invitingly while the elephant, still half submerged, held his great
mouth open and his trunk aloft expecting the man to toss the bread toward
him. But this was not the trainer's intention.

"Come on, Toby; come on. Yuh gotta come out t' git this meal," he
called.

The elephant moved a little closer and waved his trunk aloft impatiently
as if beckoning the trainer to toss the loaf.

"Oh, no, yuh don't. Come on out, Toby; come on--Hi! Go! ding yuh,
leggo!-- Hi! _Help!_ Help!"

Toby had refused to be tempted any longer. The waving trunk descended
and wrapped quickly about the trainer's leg. Then slowly the animal
began to pull the man toward the water. The trainer was startled half
to death. He dropped the bread and began to struggle mightily, for the
black water looked cold to him even though the elephant did seem to enjoy
it. He clutched at the smooth marble floor and tried to brace himself with
his unincumbered leg, shouting lustily all the time.

"Hi! help me! Help! Kill th' beast! I don' wanna git a duckin'!
I--I--got a cold in--my--" _S