There isn't any wild animal going to get
me. No sir!" and he looked at the stones and his stout club.
"I should think," said Mabel Herold, "that if you had a good team of
horses you could drive fast and get away from any wild animals you
might meet."
"Well, I could do that, too," replied the boy On the hay-wagon. "And
if I throw all my stones, and don't hit a lion or a bear on the nose,
I'll whip up and get away."
"Well, I'm going to get away now," decided Nan. "Come on, Flossie and
Mabel. We won't go berrying to-day. Bears like blackberries, so I've
read, and no one can tell but that there might be one in the berry
patch where we are going."
"Oh, I don't think so!" exclaimed Bert. "Maybe there isn't any truth
in that story after all, about the wild animals escaping. That other
boy didn't see 'em get away, did he?" asked Bert of Jim.
"No, he didn't exactly see 'em," admitted the boy on the hay-wagon,
"but he heard the circus men talking in the night about how the lion
and the bear and the tiger got out of their cages."
"Oh, come on home, Nan! Come on home!" begged Flossie.
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