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There, too, was the trouble that would be caused if some one were injured or killed by the beast.
"It sure is tough luck!" complained Jim Tracy.
"Sure is," agreed Joe.
Gradually matters quieted down in the animal tent, and while some of the performers went to supper Joe spoke to Mr. Fleet about giving Toto another trial at the water jump.
"We've got to go on with the show, lion or no lion," said Joe, "and we might as well practise that act."
The dog trainer agreed with him, and they brought in Toto.
"Now, Toto," said his master, "be nice, and do what we want you to. Up you go."
He had the little dog in his arms and was walking toward the platform on which Joe's tank stood. But Toto acted very strangely. He trembled and whined, and seemed to want to get out of Mr. Fleet's arms.
"Why, why now! Steady!" murmured the trainer soothingly. "What's the matter, Toto?"
The dog continued to whine, and exhibited signs of fear.
"Why now, little doggie," said Joe, "you won't have to do that jump if you don't want to. Come on now, jump into the tank. I'll stay out if you won't jump with me in at first."
Mr. Fleet put Toto down at the foot of the rope ladder which led to the top of the pole.
"Up you go!" he said.
But, instead, Toto, with whines and barks, jumped to the ground. Then, running away a short distance, the little dog turned and stood facing the platform of the tank. Toto growled and barked, and the hair on his spine stood up in a straight ridge.
The platform was hollow. It consisted of four uprights, and around them was a heavy and stiff piece of canvas, painted to resemble a ma.s.s of rock. On top of this seeming rock pile stood the gla.s.s tank.
"Why, Toto, what in the world is the matter?" asked Mr. Fleet.
Joe had a sudden idea.
"It's something--something under the platform," he said.
He and Mr. Fleet looked at each other. The same thought came to them both.
"The lion!"
Toto continued to bark and growl and to face the canvas-enclosed platform.
"Prince must be under there," said Joe.
"Yes," nodded the dog-trainer. "What had we better do?"
"Take your dog away, keep quiet, and one of us go and tell Jim Tracy,"
decided Joe. "One of us must stay and watch to see that the lion does not come out. I'll stay."
"Perhaps I'd better stay," suggested Mr. Fleet. "I'm used to handling animals, and once I trained some pumas--treacherous beasts they were, too. You go and tell Jim."
This seemed to be the best plan, though Joe would willingly have stayed. It was not a question of bravery, but of expediency. If the lion did come out the dog-trainer could probably hold it back better than Joe could.
"The lion under your tank!" cried the ring-master. "Great Scott! I never thought of looking under there. We'll get him out right away.
Say, it's a relief to know where he is!"
CHAPTER XII
MORE MONEY
The animal men who had not gone out with Senor Bogardi to search through the town were hurriedly summoned. The spare cage was wheeled in and arrangements made to again put Prince into captivity. "Is he there yet?" asked the ring-master, as he came up to where Mr. Fleet stood.
"Yes. He hasn't made a move or sign. Of course we're only guessing--Joe and I--that he's under there. It was Toto's actions that gave us the idea."
"Oh, I guess he's there, all right--the dog ought to know," said Jim Tracy. "He picked out the best hiding place in the whole tent. I guess it looked sort of like home to him."
Indeed the s.p.a.ce under the tank platform, with its canvas covering painted to resemble rocks, made an ideal hiding place. A lion, or any other beast of his size, could crawl under the flexible cloth which would fall into place without disclosing that it had been disturbed.
And, too, Barbary lions have their dens in holes in the rocks, and poor Prince may have fancied he was back in his old home again.
"We'll make sure he's there before we try to drive him out," said Jim.
With a long prodding rod he lifted one end of the canvas. At once there sounded a menacing growl, and some of the men moved back.
"He's there all right," the ring-master announced. "Now to get him out.
Bring up some of those tubs."
He pointed to some of the heavy wooden affairs used in elephant tricks, and the men rolled them around three sides of the platform. Then they braced them with boards so the sudden rush of the lion would not knock them over.
"Now bring up the cage!" ordered Tracy. It was on wheels, one of the regular wagon affairs, and the spring door was braced open, with a man ready to snap it shut as soon as Prince should be inside. A big piece of raw beef was thrown inside the cage as a bait.
"Now then, Joe, I'm afraid we'll have to spoil some of your ornamentation," said the ring-master grimly. "I'm going to slit down one side of the canvas, but we'll have it fixed for you again. I want a good opening for Prince to run out through when we start him going."
A quick motion of a keen knife, and one side of the canvas fell away.
There was another menacing growl and then, in a far corner of the hiding place he had chosen, Prince was seen curled up in a most comfortable fas.h.i.+on.
"The rascal!" said Jim Tracy. "Come out of that. Get behind him, some of you men, and prod him with the irons. Be easy, we don't want him to go on another rampage."
Reaching under the canvas, the men, with prodding irons, poked away until they touched the crouching body of the lion. With a roar Prince sprang up. He saw light only in one direction, where the canvas had been cut. He started toward that, caught a glimpse of the barred cage and hesitated. Then there came to him the odor of the meat, and he could not resist. Prince had had enough of liberty. With slow steps he went into the cage, gave one roar, and began to eat. The door was snapped shut and Prince was caught.
"Good work!" exclaimed the ring-master in relieved tones. "Now we can go on with the show."
Messengers were sent to recall the other lion-hunters, and great precautions were taken to see that this second cage was secure. Prince seemed to have calmed down after his brief freedom.
"We've got to let the public know that the lion is caught," decided Jim Tracy. "Otherwise we'll be playing to empty benches to-night, and that won't do."
Accordingly men were sent out to spread the report that the beast was captured, and could be safely viewed behind strong bars at the circus that night. When Senor Bogardi came back, glad indeed to find that his lion was safe, he said Prince was much quieter and need not be concealed behind canvas, for the present at least.