"Stopped dead as soon as he put one foot on it. I woke up an' told him pretty sharply to get on, an' he just sort of shook his head an' stayed where he was. All the show pulled up, an' the Boss came along in a hurry to see what was wrong. He was annoyed. So was I, for that matter, but nothing I said had any effect on Ram. He'd just piek up his foot an' put it down again an' move his head about. The Boss made me use the goad; and the poor old chap threw up his trunk an' trumpeted. That set all the cats roarin', an' you never heard such a row!"
"I liked it," Nita giggled.
"Your Dad didn't. I said I believed the bridge wasn't safe, an' he told me—well, I won't mention what he told me, 'cause it was sort of personal. He rode over it, an' came back an' told me I had to get Ram goin', an' I tried again. An' that's a thing I've been ashamed of ever since, 'cause by that time I knew in my heart that Ram knew more than we did. Anybow, it was no good: he wouldn't budge. An' just then, up comes a man as hard as he could gallop; District Engineer he was. He'd heard we'd gone that way, an' he'd raced to catch us in time. That bridge had just been condemned as unsafe, an' they hadn't had time to put a notice on it."
"But how did Ram know?" demanded Hugh, wideeyed.
"Don't ask me. Just that one foot on it telegraphed something to him. An' I remembered my father tellin' me that no elephant would ever cross an unsafe bridge. Well, I've thought a lot about that day. Not onlv Ram