Austen?â
âIâll take him up on my farm. Iâve got plenty of work he can do up there. We can keep each other company when the boyâs off at school. An elephantâs the best company there is for a fella who understands them and doesnât abuse them.â
âNo one can prove I ever abused that animal,â Show said. âIt cannot be proved.â
My grandfather made a harsh sound in his throat, a sardonic approximation of a laugh. But I was thunderstruck by his announcement that he would take Hannibal home with us. I wanted to shout out loud. An elephant! An elephant on the Farm in Lost Nation. Through my mind flashed a wildly improbable montage of Hannibal plowing our cornfields, Hannibal hauling logs out of the woods to my grandfatherâs sawmill, Hannibal pulling our hay wagon and myself high on the load of hay, driving him. Then almost as quickly I was overcome by a great wave of despair. Surely such a marvel as this could never come to pass, except maybe in one of my storybooks.
âIâll pay the fine and take the elephant,â my grandfather repeated.
âLike hell you will!â Mr. Hill said. âI intend to haul that animal out to the gravel pit and shoot it, Austen Kittredge. He half-killed my boy.â
âYouâve nearly killed him yourself a dozen times over,â my grandfather said. âBut you arenât going to harm that elephant. No
one is. I said Iâll pay the hundred dollars. Iâll pay it by ten oâclock tonight. In the meantime, Kip, you better stand guard over Hannibal so nobody gets an itchy trigger finger. Mason, you might want to escort these peopleâânodding at Show and Mrs. Twistââto the county line. The quicker they get out of here the better. Is that fair?â
âI guess it is,â Justice Pierce said after a pause. âBut where are you going to get a hundred dollars between now and ten oâclock, Austen?â
âYes, how do I know Iâll get my money?â Mr. Hill said.
My grandfather looked at him. âDid I say youâd get it, Preston?â
âWell,â Preston T. Hill said.
âYou wouldnât be questioning my word?â my grandfather said softly.
âThe written law says forfeit the animal or pay the fine or both,â Justice Pierce said. âIf Austen can pay the fine and guarantee the public safety, as he says . . .â
âCan you keep the last of the great ivory hunters here off Hannibal until ten oâclock?â my grandfather said. He jerked his head at Mr. Hill.
âNobody,â Kip said, âbut nobody, will touch one hair on this elephantâs hide until ten tonight.â
âIf you ainât here at ten sharp with the money, I intend to shoot him,â Mr. Hill said.
âWell,â my grandfather said, âI intend to be here, Preston. With the money. If only to deprive you of the great satisfaction of slaughtering an elephant shut up in a truck.â
âAre you folks all set to skedaddle on out of here?â Sheriff White said to Show.
âI donât know,â Show said slowly. âOne hundred dollars is a mighty cheap price to pay for the third largest land animal in captivity. Especially when Iâm not getting nothing out of it.â
âYouâre getting out of having the elephant shot, damn it,â Kip said. âI thought you didnât want the elephant shot.â
âHeâs old anyway,â Show said. âI donât know as I want this fella to have the benefit of him.â
âMister,â Kip said, âI am giving you one last chance to get out of this mess and this county scot-free, with a safe-conduct escort from
Sheriff White. Or would you rather go to jail for a hundred days? Because you are one half step away from there this minute.â
âGet in the truck,â Show said to Mrs. Twist. âWeâll go back down to Albany and
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