uke with
happy eyes, as he put the monkey back in his cage. "They were just going
to kill him when I came here"

"Kill him--what for?" asked Andy.

"Oh, he was so savage. He bit off an attendant's finger, and maimed two
smaller monkeys. He wouldn't do anything but sulk and show his teeth all
day long. I got at him. When he first grabbed my hand in his teeth I
just let it stay there. Never tried to get it away or fight him. Just
looked him in the eyes sort of reproachfully, and began to boo-hoo. Oh,
I cried artistic, I did. Say, that monkey just stared at me, dropped my
hand and began to bellow at the top of his voice, too. Then he got sorry
and licked my hand. A lump of sugar sealed the compact. Why, he's the
smartest animal in the show. You see what he did for me. The people here
are delighted. It's made me solid with them."

Luke introduced Andy to the "Wild Man," a most peaceable-looking
individual out of his acting disguise. His wife was the Fat Woman, who
did not act as if she was very much afraid of her supposed savage and
untamable husband.

"I want you to do something for me," said Luke, presently. "Will you?"

"I'll try," answered Andy.

"I'd like to go through the menagerie. You see I'm not regular, so,
while I have the run of the small tops, they won't pass me in at the
big flaps."

Andy walked over with his new acquaintance to the menagerie. The
watchman at the door admitted them at a word from Andy.

The trainers, keepers and manager were busy about the place, feeding the
animals, cleaning the cages and the like.

Luke's eyes sparkled as if at last he found himself in his element. He
petted the camels affectionately, and talked to the elephants in a
purring, winning tone that made more than one of them look at him as if
pleased at his attention.

The lion cages were Luke's grand centre of interest. He stood watching
old Sultan, the king of the menagerie, like one entranced.

Luke began talking to the beast in a musical, coaxing tone. The animal
sat grim as a statue. Luke thrust his hand into his pocket. As he
withdrew it he rested his fingers on the edge of the cage.

The lion never stirred, but its eyes described a quick, rolling
movement.

"Look out!" warned Andy--"he's watching you."

"I want him to," answered Luke coolly.

"But--"

Luke continued his animal lullaby, he kept extending his hand. Straight
up towards the lion's face he raised his arm fearlessly, now inside the
danger l