The White Elephant Mystery Part 4

Then, as the elephant that had kept on practicing started to kneel, she noticed that the other one had stopped. Her beady eyes opened and she looked for an instant like a cranky old schoolteacher who has caught a pupil shooting a spitball. Her trunk came up with an angry squeal, and caught the other elephant just back of the ear and sent her reeling dizzily on her chain.

In another instant the fight was on. They were lashing at each other with their trunks while they trumpeted and squealed. "Bull men," or elephant keepers, tumbled out of a small tent behind the picket line, while the other elephants began to mill and trumpet. Bull hooks were used and the two squealing, angry elephants were pulled apart.

"They got into a sc.r.a.p over their act," one of the bull men said to the wide-eyed Tommy and Djuna. "Worse than a couple o' ham vaudeville performers. But they'll make up. Watch 'em."

Djuna and Tommy continued to watch them after the bull men had gone back into the tent. For the next few minutes the two baby elephants wouldn't look at each other. They sulked like two sulky children until, after a bit, they began to sneak glances at each other out of the corners of their eyes.

Suddenly, one of them lifted her right front foot, and the other one lifted her right front foot at the same time. Then the left feet came up and they went into their act again, without a trainer in sight!

"They say that elephants are the most intell-intelli-have the most brains of any animal," Djuna said. "I could stay here all day and watch them."

"So could I," said Tommy and then he gazed at the tent into which the bull men had disappeared. "I wonder what's in there?" he added.

"I don't think it would do any harm if we peeked in to find out," Djuna said and he grinned at Tommy.

"Let's," Tommy said, and they started to circle the picket line of elephants to approach the front of the small tent.

There was no one at the entrance when they reached it so they pulled back the flap an inch or two and both peered in. Suddenly their eyes opened even wider than they had opened at any time that morning. They stared, and then they looked at each other with incredulous wonder in their eyes.

"They're painting that elephant white!" Djuna said in a horror-stricken voice.

"Don't you suppose I can see!" Tommy said fiercely. "It's just a reg'lar elephant."

"Of course it is," Djuna said excitedly-and he quoted from the circus poster they had seen on Mr. Boots's shop: "'See the only SACRED WHITE ELEPHANT in captivity outside Siam!' ... It's just an old fake!" he finished, with something that was very close to a sob in his voice. He whirled away from the tent and said, "C'mon, let's go find Mr. Furlong."

Both of the boys were silent as they went past the picket line of elephants again. They went through the canvas tunnel into the big top and saw Socker Furlong and Cannonball McGinnty standing under the flying rig above the first ring. They shouted, and both started to run, dodging workmen as they ran.

"Hi, kids, havin' fun?" Cannonball McGinnty said as they came rushing up.

"Golly, Cannonball," Djuna said. "I don't think I ever had so much fun before."

"Not even the time you were traveling with old Mr. Scissors and he used to play his accordion so we could sing?" Cannonball asked.

"Well," Djuna said uncertainly. "That was a lot of fun, too."

"Say!" Cannonball said. "Wouldn't it be swell if we could find someone with an accordion so we could sing today? Maybe they'd let us march in the grand spec and sing!"

"What do you want to do, drive out the customers?" Socker Furlong wanted to know. "What cooks, kids?"

"Say, Mr. Furlong!" Djuna said.

"Did I hear you say 'Socker'?" said Socker.

"That's what I meant, Socker," Djuna said and he grinned. "Do you know what we just saw?"

"No," Socker said. "What did you just saw?"

"We went in the menagerie," Djuna said, "and saw a couple of baby elephants practicing their act without anyone near them. They were just practicing, without being told."

"Sure," Socker said. "Those pachyderms are smart babies. They're almost human."

"But that wasn't what I was going to tell you," Djuna said quickly. "We-"

"Oh, it wasn't?" Socker said in mock astonishment. "Do you think I can stand the real news?"

"No-honest-" Djuna said. "After we watched the elephants practicing for a while, we peeked into a small tent that was put up inside the menagerie, where the elephant tenders stay, or something. And what do you suppose they were doing?"

"Playing ring-around-the-rosy?" Socker guessed after he pretended to be thinking very hard.

"No," Djuna said and he couldn't help snickering, in spite of the way he felt when he thought of what he was going to tell Socker. "We saw three or four men painting an elephant white! Just a plain ordinary elephant, that is supposed to be 'the only SACRED WHITE ELEPHANT in captivity outside Siam'!" Djuna's voice was bitter as he finished.

"Now, wait a moment, my little pink-cheeked picaroon," Socker said. "That is a white elephant! I know it doesn't look white, and I don't know if it is the only one in captivity outside Siam, but it is a white elephant. You see, a white elephant looks just like any other elephant. It's sort of a pinkish gray, almost like any elephant, and it has a few pink spots in various places around its ears. That's the only difference. And that's why they have to paint it white to make people believe it is white. You see, it's pretty hard to explain to people why a white elephant looks just like any other elephant. So they just paint her and don't try to explain."

"Oh, I see," Djuna said; and for some reason he couldn't have explained to himself he felt very much better about the whole thing.

"And while I'm explaining about elephants," Socker went on, "I might as well tell you that although they call the elephant tenders 'bull men,' none of the elephants are bulls. They are all females, because they're more gentle than the males. The females are bad enough. When they start on a rampage they're mighty dangerous. And they're positively human. Sometimes, in a fit of rage, they'll kill their keeper, and then almost die of grief afterward. They're honest as the day is long and yet they'll steal anything they can eat. They can be as funny as a clown or as sad as a professional mourner at a funeral.... I'll tell you some more about them sometime."

"Jeepers," said Tommy, "I wish you would, Mr. Furlong."

"Socker, to you!" said Socker.

"Say, Mr. Furlong," Djuna said. "Do you know the man who is Mr. Peters's catcher?"

"Ned Barrow? Sure," Socker said. "Nice guy. Good catcher, too, ordinarily. How did their rehearsal go this morning? Spitfire said he was missing his catches last night."

"He said it was because of some light that was reflected in his eyes," Djuna explained quickly.

"I'd want to be sure there wasn't any light reflected in my catcher's eyes if I was flying sixty feet above the net," Socker said with conviction, adding, "A guy can break his neck if he lands in that net wrong."

"I-I wondered, Socker," Djuna interrupted, "if you knew anything about him. I-I sort of think I've seen him before. Tommy was with me so it's all right if I tell you in front of him." Djuna stopped and looked at Cannonball, and Socker began to laugh.

"Yeah, it's all right to talk in front of Cannonball," he said. "He can keep his mouth shut if you put enough tape on it."

"Phooey to you, you big block of blubber!" Cannonball said. "What about this guy Barrow, Djuna? Where did you see him before?"

Djuna looked up at Socker and saw that he had that very peculiar expression in his eyes that Djuna had seen several times before, on various occasions.

"Well," Djuna said-and he looked distressed and as though he wished he hadn't mentioned Mr. Barrow-"you see, Mr. Boots brought Tommy and me over to Riverton here from Edenboro, before-about ten days ago, to help him get some lumber. On the way over he drove around by old Mr. Grant's home on top of a hill."

"That's Sonny's father's place?" Socker asked.

"That's right," Djuna said. "Only he's dead now. He-"

"Sure. I know that," Socker said. "So what?"

"We stopped in front of the old stone house," Djuna went on, "and Mr. Boots showed us the iron animals on the lawn and everything.

"Then, just before we drove away, I happened to be looking up at the watchtower on top of the house and suddenly I saw a man up there swinging on a limb. He swung back and forth once, and then let go of a limb and shot right into the watchtower. Honest! I saw him!"

"Did you tell Mr. Boots?" Socker asked.

"Yes," Djuna said; "didn't I, Tommy? I told him and he thought I was stringing him. He said I was always seeing things that other people didn't see, and that I was pulling his leg; so I didn't say anything more about it. I'd almost forgotten it until I saw Mr. Barrow up on the catcher's trapeze, in just about the same position he was in that day and-and I thought he was the same man I'd seen 'fly' into Mr. Grant's window."

"Have you said anything to anyone else about this, Djuna?" Socker asked.

"No," Djuna said.

"We'll check it some way, Djuna," Cannonball said. "I believe you. I remember when we didn't believe you once before, and I know a couple of times when that big fathead standing beside you wouldn't believe you." He gave Djuna a pat on the back and added, "But forget it for now, because I can hear the calliope callioping, so it's time for the parade. We'll talk about it later."

"I believe you, too, Djuna," Socker said. "In fact, I wouldn't dare disbelieve you, even if I knew you were wrong, after what has happened before!"

"Jeepers, Socker, I don't want you to feel like that!" Djuna said miserably. "I just told you because-"

"Forget it for now, kid," Socker said and he grinned down at Djuna. "C'mon!" Socker twisted his hat around and his mouth with it and shouted, "The be-ee-eg show! This a-way to the b-e-ee-g show! The performance starts soon after the stupendous, spi-i-ine ting-g-g-ling p-a-a-rade! Buy yoah tickets for the b-e-ee-g show!"

The calliope blared outside and they all started for the exit to get a good place to see the big parade.

Chapter Four.

The Boys Meet Queer People

Because Cannonball McGinnty was driving the white police car, he managed to park it right in the center of a street that crossed the main street of Riverton, down which the parade pa.s.sed.

The front b.u.mper of the car was right below the rope that was strung across the street to hold the crowds back, and, after Cannonball had parked, he and Socker and Tommy and Djuna all got out of the police car and climbed up on its roof where they could see best. Tommy and Djuna sat with their feet hanging down in front of the windshield, and Cannonball and Socker squatted down right behind them.

They could hear the band and the calliope playing long before they could see it, but while they were waiting for it to come the balloon venders with their bright cheery-colored balloons, and the shouting fakirs and excited children, gave them plenty to watch.

"Buy baby a bal-loon! A nice red balloon for baby! A circus is not a circus without a bal-loon! Bu-u-y baby a balloon for the circus!" the venders shouted.

And then came the bespangled fairyland that was the parade!

And because almost everyone in the parade knew Socker and Cannonball, from the weirdly painted clowns to the uniformed drivers of the gilded animal and tableau wagons, they all waved at them as they pa.s.sed and Tommy and Djuna waved back at them, and thought they knew them, too.

The horses danced, the clowns made faces that scared themselves, the calliope player played "Jingle Bells" for Cannonball while he sang it at the top of his lungs from the top of his patrol car, and when one of the clowns who had enormous feet and rode in a tiny police patrol wagon came along, Cannonball climbed down from his police car and rode two blocks beside the clown, with everyone screaming with laughter as the clown beat Cannonball over the head with a paper nightstick.

When the last gilded wagon had rumbled by, Tommy turned to Djuna and said in a whisper, "And the billboards say that the parade is only a small sample of everything that is in the circus! Jeepers, I don't know whether I'm going to live through this day or not!"

"Okay, kids," Socker said as the calliope's blatant music died away in the distance. "Now we're going back to the chow tent and get us some food."

"In the circus chow tent, Socker?" Djuna asked.

"In the circus chow tent," Socker repeated, solemnly. "We'll try to get a seat beside Bong-Bong, the Mule-faced Boy, who eats nothing but pink lizards covered with catsup."

"Does he-honest, Socker?" Tommy asked in a horrified voice.

"Well," said Socker, "I've heard it whispered around, but let's not count on it. We don't have to eat lizards because he does."

"Golly, I hope not," Djuna said, and he and Tommy grinned at each other as they climbed down from the top of the patrol car and into the back seat.

After they had parked Cannonball's white car near the restaurant or "chow" tent, they went inside and were greeted with a shout from Spitfire Peters, who indicated some seats at the long table where he was eating.

With him was Trixie Cella, Ned Barrow, and a midget clown who had an enormous red nose in the middle of his white make-up and wore a tiny policeman's uniform, with a large tin star pinned on the blouse. He wore a policeman's cap with the peak in the back, and when they joined him Spitfire introduced him to Tommy and Djuna as "Merry" Andrews. He was the same clown Cannonball had ridden with, in the parade.

Trixie Cella had taken off her aerialist's costume and was dressed in a filmy lavender dress that made her look even prettier than she had looked in the big top that morning.

"Jeepers, she's awful pretty, isn't she?" Djuna whispered to Socker.

"She is," said Socker. "But you better not let Spitfire see you making eyes at her, because she's his wife!"

"She is?" Djuna said. "Honest?"

"Swallow my gum and hope to die!" said Socker. "And," he added, "here comes Joy Maybeck. She's not hard to look at, either."

"Who's she?" Djuna whispered.

"She rides the rosinbacks," Socker said. "She's the greatest of them all."

Djuna wanted to ask what a rosinback might be, but he didn't have time before the wisp of a girl Socker had called Joy Maybeck was being introduced to him and sat down at the table right beside him. She had beautiful platinum hair that she wore in a pageboy bob, large violet eyes and white teeth that flashed every time she smiled, which was a great deal of the time.

After Djuna, and Tommy, too, had eaten a large slice of roast, some very fresh green peas, mashed potatoes with gravy, two gla.s.ses of milk, and an enormous slice of apple pie with cheese, they both felt a great deal better, and Djuna got up the courage to talk to Joy Maybeck when she smiled at him.

"What," he asked her, "is a rosinback?"

"It's what I ride on," she said with another smile.

"Sort of like an automobile?" Djuna asked, and he couldn't keep his bewilderment out of his voice.

"No," she said and she laughed very merrily. "It's a horse," she whispered so no one else would hear her and laugh at Djuna, too. "Have you ever seen a circus?" she added.

"W-e-e-ll, no," Djuna said. He wanted to say yes, because he didn't want her to think he was too much of a kid, but he was honest and told her he had never seen one before.

"I'm what they call an equestrienne," she told him. "In other words, a bareback rider."

"O-h-h!" Djuna said. "When it's galloping around the ring?"

"That's right," she told him. "I turn somersaults while I'm riding, too," she added.