"I'll get square with him some day," he muttered, as he tried to
crawl out of the hollow. "He has more courage to play the villain
than I gave him credit for. Sometime I'll face him again, and
then things will be different."
It was no easy matter to get out of the hollow. The sides were
steep and slippery, and four times poor Dick tried, only to slip
back to the bottom. He was about to try a fifth time, when a
sound broke upon his ears which caused him great alarm. From only
a short distance away came the muffled roar of a lion.
Dick had never heard, this sound out in the open before, but he
had heard it a number of times at the circus and at the menagerie
in Central Park, New York, and he recognized the roar only too
well.
"A lion!" he thought. "My gracious! I trust he isn't coming this
way!"
But he was coming that way, as Dick soon discovered. A few
seconds of silence were followed by another roar which to, the
alarmed youth appeared to come from almost over his head. Then
came a low whine, which was kept up for fully a minute, followed
by another roar. Dick hardly knew what was best -- to remain at
the bottom of the hollow or try to escape to some tree at the top
of the opening. "If I go up now he may nab me on sight," he
thought dismally. "Oh, if only I had my -- thank Heaven, I have!"
Dick had felt for his pistol before, to find it gone. But now he
spotted the glint of the shiny barrel among the leaves.
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