"Better not say anything about this, Harry. Tom mightn't
like it known."
"No, I won't."
"And don't come here again to look. I know you like to see
strange things, but if you'll wait I'll ask Tom, as soon as
it's ready, to let you have a closer view of whatever it was
you saw. Better keep away from this tree."
"I will," promised the younger lad. "But I'd like to know
what it was--if it really was a giant elephant Say! if a
fellow had a troop of them he could have a lot of fun with
'em, couldn't he?"
"How?" asked Ned, hardly conscious of what his companion
was saying.
"Why, he could dress 'em up in coats of mail, like the old
knights used to wear, and turn 'em loose against the
Germans. Think of a regiment of elephants, wearin' armor
plates like a battleship, carryin' on their backs a lot of
soldiers with machine guns and chargin' against Fritz!
Cracky, that would be a sight!"
"I should say so!" agreed Ned, with a laugh. "There's
nothing the matter with your imagination, Harry, my boy!"
"And maybe that's what Tom's doin'!"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean maybe he is trainin' elephants to fight in the
war.
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