to take you to our next stand, Ali. Your act is due at twothirty."
"How far is it?" asked Ali.
"Thirty miles," said the Sahib.
"We shall not need a freight-car," said Ali. "Joie and I can make it all right. Here, Joie, give me a lift."
So Joie again reached down with his strong trunk and lifted Ali to his broad back.
"Think you can make it, lad?" asked the Sahib doubtfully.
"Sure, Sahib. Don't you worry. Joie and I will be there." And he was as good as his word.
