“Why?”
“Why? Bob, you’re foolish! Just because he went so fast I was afraid to let loose—afraid the fall might hurt me.”
Bob laughed.
“Laugh!” muttered Fitz, gritting his teeth. “You think you’re smart!”
“But how did you get off? How did you get away from the lion?” the boy suggested.
“He stumbled and fell—and threw me off.”
“Oh!”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well, didn’t he try to eat you up, then?”
“Eat me up? No, he was dead.”