"But where is he?"
"In pursuit of my horse."
"But why are you not on your horse? Did he throw you?"
"No; I slipped off his back, and he started off in wild terror, the lion in pursuit."
"That probably saved your life."
"But how does a lion happen to be in this territory?" asked Gerald, in curiosity. "I never heard that lions were to be found in Montana."
"Nor are they. This lion belongs to a circus. He escaped only half an hour ago, and I am in pursuit of him."
"Are you connected with the circus?"
"Yes. My brother and I own it. We want to recover the lion, for he cost us a large sum of money."
"But suppose you meet him—won't you be in danger?"