"Bates, you are almost human at times. I had already observed
that the storm was coming wet," replied the showman.
"Yes, sir."
"I have reason to be aware of the fact that 'she is coming wet,'
as you so admirably put it. My feet are at this moment in a
puddle of water that is now three inches above my ankles.
Why shouldn't I know?"
"Yes, sir," agreed the patient attendant.
"What I want to know is how are the tents standing the blow?"
"Very well, sir."
"As long as there is a stitch of canvas over your head you take
it for granted that the tops are all right, eh?"
"Yes, sir."
"The emergency gang is on duty, of course?"
"They're out in the wet, sir."
"Of course; that is where they belong on a night like this.
But what were you doing out there? You have no business that
calls you outside."
"I was helping a lady, sir."
"Helping a lady?"
"Yes, sir."
"What lady?"
"The English Fat Girl got mired on the lot, sir, and I was
helping to get her out," answered the attendant solemnly.
"Pshaw!"
"Yes, sir."
"You will please attend to your own business after this. If the
English Fat Girl gets mired again we will have the elephant
trainer bring over one of the bulls and haul her out. She won't
be so anxious to get stalled after that, I'm thinking," snapped
the showman.
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