The yell was repeated. Then came a crashing of the underbrush, followed by a wild call for help.
“That’s the professor!” cried Jerry, seizing his rifle.
[CHAPTER XII.]
NODDY SCHEMES WITH MEXICANS.
The boys crashed through the bushes and under the low branches of trees in the direction of the professor’s voice. They could hear him more plainly now.
“Help! Help! Come quick!” the naturalist cried.
The sight that met the boys’ eyes when they came out into a little clearing of the forest was at once calculated to amuse and alarm them. [They saw the professor clinging to the tail of a mountain lion], the beast being suspended over a low tree-limb, with the naturalist hanging on one side of the branch and the animal on the other, the brute in the air and the professor on the ground.
[THEY SAW THE PROFESSOR CLINGING TO THE TAIL OF A MOUNTAIN LION.]