"Ouch, Stop!" roared the Cowardly Lion, while the person who had hold of his tail screamed in seven different keys. The Cowardly Lion removed his paw from the huntsman's chest. "Are you a brave man?" he asked in a quavering voice.
"Not very," chattered the huntsman, jumping up and backing cautiously toward a tree.
"Well, you don't sound brave," continued the lion in a relieved voice. "A brave man would not call for help. Let go of my tail, little boy. It's all a mistake. I don't want this huntsman after all."
"He's not a huntsman," wailed the little boy, running over and clasping the man around the knees.
"Not a huntsman?" roared the Cowardly Lion, waving his tail very fast. "Then what—"
"I'm a clown, you rude monster," spluttered the man indignantly.
A clown! Well, I should say—and none other than our old friend Notta Bit More. Snatching off his hat and false whiskers, he swung Bob Up into a tree and nimbly followed himself. When they were both seated on a branch, far above the ground, he looked anxiously through the leaves to see what the lion would do next. "Never saw such a country for lions!" he puffed resentfully.