"No, indeed," said his father. "Wait until the circus men come and put him in the cage."
A neighboring farmer had a telephone, and word was sent to one of the circus men who had stayed at the village hotel, while his companion had gone to the rocky glen with a crowd of men and boys to try to find the lion there, after the alarm given by Mr. Jason.
The circus man, who had remained in the hotel, came with a light cage, drawn by horses, and the lion was easily driven from the henhouse into the cage and was soon safe behind locks and bars.
"Mrs. Jason caught the lion!" cried the crowd that gathered to watch what happened.
"Did he bite you?" she was asked.
"Never a bite," she answered smiling.
"What! Poor old Tobyhanna bite?" cried one of the circus men. "Why, he hasn't but two teeth in his head and we have to feed him on boiled meat. He's no more dangerous than a tame dog, and when you hit him over the nose with your broom, lady, you must have hurt his feelin's dreadful."
"Well, I didn't mean to be rough," said Mrs. Jason with a smile, "but it's the first time I ever caught a lion."
"Yes, and you get the reward, too," added the circus man, as he paid the farmer's wife.
Then he started away with the lion in the cage to ship him back to the circus. And poor, old, almost toothless Tobyhanna, curled up in the corner of his cage and ate some bread and milk the farmer's wife gave him. He was happy he had been caught.