An' there he is--the yellow deer-killer.

He's a male an' full grown." With that Dale pulled his rifle from its saddle-sheath and looked expectantly at Bo.

But she was gazing with great interest and admiration up at the lion.
"Isn't he just beautiful ?" she burst out.

"Oh, look at him spit! Just like a cat! Dale, he looks afraid he might fall off." "He sure does.

Lions are never sure of their balance in a tree.