tart out and see what
you can do."

The lion tamer picked some men who were used to handling animals, and
set off with them. A spare cage was made ready to rush to the scene as
soon as word of the finding of Prince should come in.

Meanwhile there was nothing for the others to do save wait, and nervous
waiting it was. Not that the circus could not go on without the lion,
but people would not be very likely to come to the evening performance
when they knew a savage lion was loose in the neighborhood. They would
prefer to remain in their homes.

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 mass of
rock. On top of this seeming rock pile stood the glass 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 c