ame 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 space 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 th