soaked figure as he stood at a commanding position and superintended the hauling of the wagons from the muddy circus field.
As a last resort, when all the horses had failed, the elephants had their large harnesses put on them, and they would always quickly extricate the wagons, their strength being enormous.
But to Ali the wonderful thing about these wrestles with the mud was the masterly way in which the Sahib handled his men and teams.
He was always cheerful, laughing and joking, and seemingly everywhere at once.
Nothing escaped his keen eyes, and he always knew just how to get out of a hard place. The men all loved and admired the Sahib, whom they did not call by that name, but the Big Boss.
