A hopeful expression came over Clancy's face, and he at once rose to his feet.
"Have you come to take me out of here?" he demanded, in an eager tone. "Who was it that shot the lion and saved my life?"
"In answer to your last question, I will say that it was I who killed the lion," was our hero's reply.
An expression of amazement came over Doc Clancy's face.
"You saved my life! You!—when I have tried to kill you so many times!"
"Yes, it was I, and I nearly got into serious trouble by doing it. Now, Doc Clancy, I want to ask you to do something for me."
"What is it? I will do anything you ask."
"I want a written confession from you that your murdered my uncle."
For a moment the wretched man made no reply. Then he looked up slowly until his eyes were on a level with those of our hero.
"I will give it to you," he said, at length. "Write as I dictate, and when you have finished I will sign it."