Sparling.
"The boy has gone into the river!" cried half a dozen voices
at once.
"No; the bull threw him toward the boat. He may have shot right
on over and into the water or he may still be on the upper deck,"
answered Mr. Kennedy, as he plied his prod industriously,
shouting his orders to the other elephants that already were
showing signs of restlessness.
By this time a boat had been launched from the dock, and half a
dozen men had gone in search of the lost gangway that was now
floating slowly down the river some distance away.
"Ahoy, boat!" bellowed Mr. Sparling. "Row around to the other
side and see if Tucker is in the river."
At the same time the owner of the show was running toward
the "Marie." He plunged into the mass of equipment on
the lower deck, lost his footing and went rolling under a
lion's cage. He was on his feet and bounding up the stairs
almost in the next second.
Just as he reached the upper deck he met Phil Forrest emerging
from the cabin, attracted by the uproar.
"What's the matter, sir?"
"Teddy," answered the showman shortly.
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