"How can you edit it when you didn't see the affair?" demanded Chunky.
"Editors are not supposed to see beyond the point of the pencil they are using," answered Ned. "But they know the failings of the fellows who do the writing."
"What do you know about it? You never were an editor," scoffed Stacy.
"No, but I'd like to be for about an hour after your article reached the 'Gazette' office."
"How about giving that cat something to eat, Mr. Nance?" asked Tad, thus changing the subject.
The guide shook his head.
"He wouldn't eat; at least not for a while."
"What do lions eat?" asked Walter.
"That one tried to eat me," replied Stacy. "I don't like the look in his eye at all. It says, just as plain as if it were printed, 'I'd like to have you served up a-la-mode.'"
At this juncture, Jim Nance walked over; with a burning brand in hand, to look at the cat's fastenings. The lion jumped at him. Jim poked the firebrand into the animal's face, which sent the cat back the full length of his tether. After examining the fastenings carefully, Nance pronounced them so secure that the beast would not get away.