Part 10 (1/2)

”Why, that's who I thought you were,” said Nero. ”And so you know Dido?”

”Oh, yes, I know him, and Dido knows me,” said the new animal.

”Well, you'd better go back into your cage before the circus men see you,” said Nero. ”How did you get loose? Tell me? I'd like to get out myself.”

”Ho! Ho! You're making a mistake!” was the laughing answer. ”I am not a circus animal. I'm Don, and I'm a runaway dog. At least I ran away once, but I ran back again. I came down to see Dido, whom I met when I was running away,” and Don, the nice, big dog, wagged his tail at Dido, the dancing bear.

CHAPTER IX

NERO SCARES A BOY

Nero, the circus lion, who was much larger now than when he had been caught in a jungle trap, was very much surprised at what Don, the runaway dog told him. At first the lion boy could hardly believe that Don was not one of the circus animals.

But as the lion, looking out through the bars of his cage, saw Don running about and none of the red-coated circus men trying to catch him, he said:

”Well, well! it must be true. He isn't a circus animal at all.” And then to Don the lion said:

”How do you happen to know Dido, the dancing bear?”

”Well, that's a long story,” answered Don. ”You can read all about me, and how I ran away, if you want to, for it's all in a book a man wrote about me.”

”Thank you,” returned Nero. ”But I can't read, and I don't know what a book is, anyhow.”

”Well, I can't read, either,” said Don. ”But I know a book when I see one. The little boy in the house where I live goes to school, and he has books. Sometimes I carry them home for him in my mouth. So I know a book when I see one.

”But as long as you can't read about me I'll just tell you that in the book the man wrote about how I ran away, got locked in a freight car, how I went to a strange city and traveled about the country. It was then I met Dido, the dancing bear.”

”Yes, that's right,” growled Dido, licking his paws, for some one had thrown him a sugared popcorn ball, and some of the sweet, sticky stuff was still on the bear's paws. Dido wanted to get all of it off. ”It was then you met me, Don,” went on the dancing bear. ”We certainly had some fine times together!”

”Indeed we did!” replied the runaway dog, though I should not call him that any more, as he had run back again, as you all know, and was now living in a nice home. ”And when I was down at the butcher shop this morning and saw the circus wagons come from the railroad yard,” went on Don, ”I thought maybe I'd see you again, Dido. So I came here as soon as I could.”

”I'm glad you did,” said the bear. ”This lion chap is named Nero. He hasn't been out of the jungle very long.”

”I'm glad to meet you, Nero,” barked Don. ”I always like circus animals.”

”I am glad you do,” growled Nero, in his most jolly voice. ”I think I shall like you, too, Don, though I don't know much about dogs. I never saw any in the jungle.”

And this was true, for though there are some dogs in Africa, they are mostly in cities or the towns where the native black men live. There may be some wild dogs in the jungle, but Nero never saw any, and the nearest he ever came to noticing animals like a dog were the black-backed jackals. These are animals, almost like a dog, and, in fact, are something like the Azara dogs of South America, and now Nero asked Don if he was a jackal.

But the runaway dog soon told the circus lion a different story, and then they were friends. Don and Dido had a nice visit together in the circus tent before the show began. Don had simply slipped under the side of the tent to get in. If any of the circus men saw him they did not mind, for dogs often come around where circus shows are given. Perhaps they like to see the elephants and other strange animals, as much as the boys and girls do.

After awhile great crowds of people began coming into the circus tent.

The band played music in another tent, next door, and it was there that the men and women performers would do their tricks--riding on the backs of galloping horses, leaping about on trapezes, jumping over the backs of elephants and so on.

Nero paced back and forth in his cage, wondering what was going to happen, for this was his first day of real life in the circus. All the other days had been just getting ready for the summer shows.

He had liked the parade through the city streets, when the elephants, horses, and camels wore such bright and gaily colored blankets. Now something else was going to happen.