“Yes, and it’s one of those that were on board the steam yacht! Don’t you remember her? The one with the black spots on her neck? The one Andy said he’d like to try to milk?”
The goat saw the boys and, as if asking protection, leaped toward them. Then from the lion on the rock came a roar, and the next instant the big beast hurled himself into the brushwood in the direction of the goat.
“Gee, the goat is coming this way!”
“Yes, and the lion is after her—or else he’s after us!”
The two boys held ready their pistols, and as they did so they retreated to the vicinity of the rocks. They were backing up to these when suddenly the goat leaped around, saw the lion, and immediately made another leap and started to scramble up the rocks within several yards of where the boys were now crouching.
The lion came tearing forward, and then he too bounded up on the lower rocks.
But hardly had he touched these when the goat made a mighty leap and went up out of his reach.
“Gee, I’m glad the goat got away,” muttered Randy.
He had scarcely spoken when the lion, evidently much disappointed, turned around on the rocks and the next instant caught sight of the two lads. Up went his mane and he let out a savage roar, and then hurled himself in their direction.