"Is it the lion again?
Is the boy killed?
Speak up!" "No," said Cleek very quietly, "nor will he be.

The father will do the trick to-night, not the son.

We've had a fright and a lesson, that's all." And, putting the sobbing child from him, he caught young Scarmelli's arm and hurried him away.

"Take me somewhere that we can talk in safety," he said.

"We are on the threshold of the end, Scarmelli, and I want your help." "Oh, Mr.Cleek, have you any idea--any clue ?" "Yes, more than a clue.