"But we could take the two dogs, Dix and Splash, with us, and they could bite the lion if he chased us," said Bunny.
His mother shook her head, and Bunny knew there was no use teasing any more.
"I wouldn"t go after any lion!" declared Sue. "And I want to find a good place to hide Sallie Malinda."
"What for?" asked Bunny.
"So the lion can"t find her," said the little girl. "Lions don"t like bears and this one might bite Sallie Malinda. Then maybe she couldn"t flash her eyes any more." The Teddy bear had dried out after the fall into the lake, and was as good as ever.
So Bunny and Sue had to stay and play around the automobile, not going far away. Though at first they missed the long tramps in the fields and through the woods, they were good children and did as they were bid.
Besides, deep down in his heart, Bunny was just a _little bit_ afraid of the lion, even though he had said he wanted to go hunting for him with Uncle Tad.
Two days pa.s.sed, and the lion had not been found. The circus had gone on, leaving two men in the town near which the automobile was stranded.
These men, with a spare cage which had been left with them, were ready to go out with nets and ropes and capture the lion as soon as any one should bring in word as to where it was hiding.
The countrymen and the boys, who had no other work to do, still kept up the lion hunt, some with dogs, but the big circus animal was well hidden.
"If he was playing hide-and-go-seek," said Bunny, "I"d holler "Givie-up!
Givie-up! Come on in free!" For I never could find him, he has hidden himself so good."
"Well, I wish he would go and hide himself far, far away," almost snapped Sue. "Then we could go around like we used to, and go on the lake."
"I wish so too," agreed Bunny.
It was getting rather tiresome for the children to stay so close to "home," as they called the automobile, but Mr. Brown said the new spring would arrive in a few days, and then they would travel on again, far from where the lion was hiding.
"And we can keep on looking for Fred Ward," said Bunny. In the excitement over the circus the runaway boy had been almost forgotten.
It was three days after the lion had broken loose, and evening was approaching, when Mrs. Jason, wife of the farmer who had been so kind to the Browns, came hurrying down to the automobile beside the road. She was out of breath and seemed much excited.
"Oh, Mr. Brown!" she exclaimed. "Do you know anything about doctoring?"
"About doctoring! Why? Is Mr. Jason ill?"
"No, but I"ve got a badly hurt boy up at my house. He"s all scratched up."
"Has he been picking berries?" asked Bunny.
"No. They"re worse scratches than that. Big, deep ones on his face, hands and shoulders. I"ve bandaged him as best I could, and sent Mr.
Jason for the doctor; but I was wondering if you could do anything until Dr. Fandon came."
"A scratched boy?" repeated Mr. Brown slowly. "What scratched him?"
"A great big lion, he says!" exclaimed Mrs. Jason. "I declare I"m so excited I don"t know what to do!" and she sat down on a stool Mrs. Brown placed for her near the back steps of the automobile.
CHAPTER XXIV
THE BARKING DOG
Mr. and Mrs. Brown, not to say Bunny, Sue and Uncle Tad, were very, very much surprised when Mrs. Jason said the boy had been scratched by a lion.
"Are you sure about it?" asked the children"s father.
"That"s what he says," replied the farmer"s wife. "He is certainly badly scratched, as I could see for myself. Whether it was by a lion or something else I can"t say, never having seen a lion"s scratches. The boy might be making up some story, but he certainly _is_ scratched."
"The circus lion!" cried Mrs. Brown. "Oh, that must be the one that did it! The lion must be roaming around here! We must lock the automobile and stay inside!"
"Now please don"t get excited," begged Mr. Brown. "In the first place this boy may not be telling the truth. He is scratched, for Mrs. Jason has seen the marks and bandaged them up, she says. But it may be the boy fell down in the bushes, or among the rocks and got scratched that way.
Or it may have been some other wild animal in the woods that attacked him. There are some animals around here, aren"t there?" he asked the farmer"s wife.
"Well, skunks, groundhogs and the like of that, with maybe a fox or two.
Of course foxes or groundhogs will bite if any one tries to catch them, but I don"t know that they"d scratch, though they might if they were put to it. I never saw such scratches as these. And, as you say, Mrs. Brown, it _may_ have been the circus lion which is hiding around here."
"You don"t seem very frightened over it," said Mrs. Brown.
"Well, what"s the use of being frightened until I see it?" asked Mrs.
Jason. "I"m more worried about that poor boy. I wish I could do something for him to ease his pain until Dr. Fandon comes. He may be a long while."
"I"ll come up with you and see what I can do," promised Mr. Brown.
"Uncle Tad knows something about soldiers" wounds, and perhaps he could----"
"Oh, don"t take Uncle Tad with you!" pleaded Mrs. Brown. "We need _one_ man around here if there"s a lion loose in the woods. Come back as soon as you can," she begged her husband as he walked toward the farmhouse with Mrs. Jason.
"How did you happen to see the boy?" asked Mr. Brown.
"I was out gathering the eggs near the henhouse," said Mrs. Jason, "and I heard a sort of groaning noise. Then I saw somebody coming toward me.
"At first I thought it was a tramp, and I was just going to call my husband or one of the men, when I heard crying, and then I saw it was only a boy, and that he was bleeding."
"How long ago was it that you found the scratched boy?" asked Mr. Brown.
"Nearly an hour now. As soon as I saw what the matter was I hurried him into the house and got him on a couch. Mr. Jason and I did what bandaging we could, and then I made him go for the doctor."
"Did you know the boy, and did he say where the lion attacked him?"
asked Mr. Brown.
"I never saw him before, that I know of. But he just managed to say the beast jumped out of the bushes at him when he was coming through our rocky glen, then all of a sudden he fainted."
"Where is this rocky glen of yours where you say the lion jumped out at the boy?"
"About two miles from here, back in the hills. Waste land, mostly. You aren"t thinking of going there, are you?"
"Not now, though I think I"d better send word to the circus people that their lion is around here."
"Yes, it would be a good thing."