"How do you mean?"
"Take a single hitch about the tree with your rope, so that we can straighten him out."
This Tad did, while Nance performed a similar service on his own line, being careful not to choke the lion to death. During this latter part of the proceeding the party that had up to that time held off, now approached.
"Will he bite?" asked Walter.
"Stick your finger in his mouth and see?" jeered Chunky. "He can scratch, too. But we got him, didn't we? We're the original lion tamers from the wild and woolly West."
"Come, who is going to tie those claws together, Stacy?" demanded the guide.
"Do what?"
"Tie the cat's feet together."
"Let the Professor do it. He hasn't done anything yet on this trip.
Besides, I've got to stand here ready to shoot if the lion gets away.
If it weren't for that I'd tie his feet."
"Here, you tie his feet, then. I'll handle the gun," volunteered Ned, stepping forward.