for Dapples, and he bolted. Freckles barely guided him by the wagon ahead, and then he brought up against a telephone pole and was thrown to the ground.
Freckles sprang out and sat upon his head until assistance came.
Just at this point in the melee two policemen appeared and began shooting at Leo with their revolvers.
They merely succeeded in wounding him slightly, but they did frighten him nearly to death.
Poor Leo, who had no savage intent toward any one, ran this way and that. Finally he spied a restaurant through whose open door a curious individual was peering out. It looked dark inside to the eyes of the hunted lion, and, before the onlookers realized what was happening, the great cat had reached the door with two springs and was through, sending the proprietor flat on his back.
As luck would have it, the eating-room was not filled with customers, as it would
