Tad peered up between the branches. He saw Stacy looking down upon him with panic stricken gaze.
"For the love of goodness, what's the matter, Stacy? You nearly frightened me to death."
"Look out!" The words, shouted at the top of the fat boy's voice, were so thrilling that Tad leaped back instinctively.
"See here, don't make a fool of me, too. What's the matter with you?
Come down out of that."
"I can't. He'll get me."
"What will get you? Nothing will get you, you ninny!"
"The lion will get me."
"Have you gone raving mad on the subject of lions?" jeered Butler.
"Look, if you don't believe me. He's up here. He's trying to get a bite out of me. Shoot him, as you love me, Tad; shoot and shoot straight or I'm a dead one."
For the first time since his arrival on the scene Tad began to realize that Stacy was not having fun with him. Something really was up that tree—-something besides a Pony Rider boy.