Then, suddenly, as Bo fondled the long ears, it gave a start and, breaking away, ran back out of sight under the pines.
"What frightened it ?" asked Bo.
Dale pointed up at the wall under the shelving roof of rock.

There, twenty feet from the ground, curled up on a ledge, lay a huge tawny animal with a face like that of a cat.
"She's afraid of Tom," replied Dale.

"Recognizes him as a hereditary foe, I guess.

I can't make friends of them." "Oh! So that's Tom--the pet lion!" exclaimed Bo.

"Ugh! No wonder that deer ran off!" "How long has he been up there ?" queried Helen, gazing fascinated at Dale's famous pet.
"I couldn't say.