CHAPTER XXX

THE CIRCUS

SPEEDING toward them came the big beast, lashing his sides with his

tail, evidently in a state of great excitement. Gerald trembled as he

saw him. There are few, whatever their courage, who would not do so. He

did not dare to set out on the way to the village. He thought it better

to remain with the lion's keeper and under his protection.

Paul King stood calm and imperturbable, waiting the arrival of his lost

charge. There was a time when he, too, would have fled, but he had

become used to lions and their ways, and felt perfect confidence in his

power to subdue them.

As Nero came nearer, Gerald could see that his jaws were bloody. He

guessed that the blood was that of his ill-fated horse.

"He has killed your horse, sure enough," said King. "Was he valuable?"

"I paid a hundred dollars for him."

"He wasn't insured against lions?"

"No."

"I am sorry for your loss."

"I shall not mind that if I save my own life."

"Your life is in no danger."

By this time the lion was almost upon them. He looked terrible, with the

blood-stains about his jaws, but Paul King's equanimity was not shaken.

One thing, however, he failed to consider, and that was the effect of

blood upon the savage brute. Great as was his ascendency over Nero, the

savage instinct of the great animal destroyed the effect of years of

discipline.

Paul King understood this when Nero advanced upon him, unheeding his

tone of command.

"Down, Nero!" he cried; but Nero would not down. His wicked eyes glared,

his tail lashed his sides, and he rushed at his keeper with hostile

intent.

It flashed upon King that Nero was becoming dangerous.

"I shall have to kill you!" he cried, between his set teeth.

He fired at the lion, but either the huge animal swerved or something

affected his aim, for it did not hit the mark.

Then Gerald thought it was time for him to act. His life as well as the

keeper's was in peril. Raising his weapon he took steady aim.

"Shoot him in the eye!" exclaimed King.

Gerald obeyed, directions. As a boy, of course, he was not a practised

marksman; but luck—or perhaps it would be better to say Providence—was

on his side, and the bullet entered Nero's eye and penetrated to his

brain. The lion swayed a moment, and then fell over on his side. Death

seemed to be instantaneous.

"By Jove! you have killed him!" exclaimed Paul King. "It was a fine

shot!"

"Is he really dead?" asked Gerald, finding it difficult to believe in

his success.

"Yes, he is dead fast enough. He is dead, and the circus is out nearly

five thousand dollars."

"That was better than to have him kill either of us."

"You are right. I never knew Nero in such a mood. It must have been the

horse's blood that excited him."

"Have you any other lion in the show?"

"Yes, one; but this was the best."

"Shall you leave him here?"

"I will send out some of my men to bury him. He was a grand beast, and

deserves burial. And now let us be going back."

"I will get off the horse and leave him to you," said Gerald.

"No; since my lion killed your horse, it is only fair that you should

ride on mine. To be sure you killed the lion."

"I feel proud of it. I never expected to kill a lion."

"You have reason to be proud. You are the only boy I ever knew that

could say as much."

Though Goldwin was a small town, a circus performance was given there

during the evening. Five miles away was a mining station, and some

seventy-five miners were in attendance. Gerald was glad to go, partly

because it filled up his evening agreeably, and partly from the taste

for such performances which he had in common with most boys of his age.

It was a small show, but Goldwin had never had a visit from Barnum or

Forepaugh, and vociferously applauded the clown, the bareback riders,

the trapeze performers, and other acts familiar to the regular circus

goer.

In cages, in full view of the audience, were a few animals, including a

Bengal tiger and a lioness. Paul King, Gerald's acquaintance of the

afternoon, described these in succession. When he came to the lioness,

he said: "I am sorry not to be able to show you the lion Nero, one of

the finest specimens ever imported from Africa. He has been connected

with our show for five years, but this morning he escaped and started

out on a jaunt across country. He nearly killed a boy, who slipped off

his horse and left the lion to chase the unfortunate animal. He overtook

and tore the horse to pieces, and then started on his return.

"I had gone out in search of him, having confidence in my power over

him. But I was mistaken. The blood which he had tasted roused his savage

nature, and I was compelled to use my gun. But by bad luck I failed, and

should myself have fallen a victim, but for the boy who had joined me

and shot him in the eye, instantly killing him.

"I cannot show you the lion Nero, but I am able to show you the boy who

killed him, the only boy within my knowledge who ever killed a lion."

He signaled, to Gerald, who rose from his seat, flushed and bashful. The

whole audience, and especially the miners, cheered him loudly. Gerald

bowed his acknowledgment and sat down.

When the performance was over more than one went up to Gerald and shook

his hand. Among them was a tall, slabsided Yankee, who closely resembled

the pictures of Uncle Sam.

"I tell you, boy, you're true grit," he said; "take the word of Joshua

Burdoch for that. I've shot a panther, but I own I shouldn't dare to

tackle a lion."

"It was a case of necessity," said Gerald, smiling. "Either I must kill

him, or he would have killed me."

"Weren't you afraid?"

"Yes, I was."

"I think better of you for saying so. Some would have denied it and said

they were perfectly cool."

"I hope I shall never meet another lion," said Gerald. "I am satisfied

with killing one."

"Where are you going when you leave here?"

"To Ransom."

"So am I. Suppose we hitch horses?"

"I shall be very glad of your company, Mr. Burdoch; but, as to hitching

horses, I shall have to buy one first. The poor animal I came on was

killed by Nero."

"You can buy one in town, and if you need money I will lend you some."

"There won't be any trouble about that. I am well provided."

Gerald was pleased to have secured as companion, an honest man whom he

could trust. Moreover, in case of danger or difficulty, he felt that he

could rely on Joshua Burdoch for help.

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