One of the country boys, who had a lot of white mice had promised to lend them to the circus. He had taught them to do some little tricks, and this was to be a part of the show.
"Oh, I can hardly wait!" cried Sue. "I want to see the circus."
"Well you can now, in a day or so," said Bunker. "Hi there! What have you?" he asked of a boy who came up to the tent with a box on a wheelbarrow.
"This is the wild lion," was the answer.
"Oh-o-o-o-o!" exclaimed Sue, getting closer to Bunny. "A lion!"
"Oh, I've got him well trained," said the boy. "He won't hurt you at all. He won't even roar if I tell him not to."
Certainly the lion in the cage seemed very quiet, and the boy carried him very easily.
"I guess maybe he's a baby lion," whispered Sue to Bunny.
That afternoon there was a great deal of excitement down at the "circus grounds," as Bunny and Sue called the place in the meadow where the tents stood.
One of the boys who had been helping Bunker and Ben, came running out of the tent crying: