<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_IV" id="CHAPTER_IV"></SPAN>CHAPTER IV</h2><h3>NERO IN A CAVE</h3>
<p>Now while the hunter, hidden on a platform
in a tree in the jungle, was shouting
about having shot a lion, Nero was
doing some shouting of another sort. To tell
the truth, he was howling and roaring, just as,
sometimes, when you step on the puppy's tail,
by mistake, of course, the puppy howls. Nero
was howling and roaring with pain.</p>
<p>"Oh, what has happened? What is the matter?"
cried Nero, in lion talk, of course, as he
rolled over and over on the dried leaves of the
jungle. "What a terrible pain in my paw!
Oh, I wonder if the goat did this! If he did—"</p>
<p>Nero stopped his howling long enough to try
to stand up and look through the jungle trees to
where he had first seen the goat.</p>
<p>There the bleating animal was. It had not
moved.</p>
<p>"Surely that goat couldn't have given me the
pain in my paw," said Nero, between his howls.
"I wonder what the goat means by staying in
one place so long, especially when it must know
we lions are out on a night-hunt. And what<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</SPAN></span>
gave me the pain in my foot, and what made the
loud noise?"</p>
<p>As Nero roared, so the other hunting lions
roared. Switchie and the smaller lions, like
Nero, could not roar very loudly, but Nero's
father, and the other full-grown beasts made the
very ground tremble with their rumblings.</p>
<p>At the same time there were other jungle cries
from other animals. The monkeys, who had
been sleeping in the tree-tops, began to chatter
and scold, as they swung to and fro.</p>
<p>"What's the matter? What's the matter?"
asked one gray-haired monkey, who must have
been very old. "What's all the noise about?
It reminds me of the time a monkey named
Mappo, who once visited here, had the toothache
one night and howled until morning.
Some of you monkeys howl just like Mappo did,
though he was a merry chap most of the time."</p>
<p>"Where is Mappo now?" asked a small baboon,
which is another kind of monkey.</p>
<p>"Oh," replied the gray-haired chap, "Mappo
went to a far country on a trip, and had many
wonderful adventures. He joined a circus, and
was put in a book."</p>
<p>"The lions are on a night-hunt," said a middle-sized
monkey, who climbed down a tree to take
a look. "The lions are hunting, and one of them
seems to be hurt, by the way he howls."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</SPAN></span>"Very likely," said the old monkey. "I
thought I heard a gun. That means hunters are
about. I saw some of them in the jungle to-day,
but I kept out of sight. Well, if hunters are
hunting and lions are hunting, we monkeys had
better stay up in the trees."</p>
<p>And the monkeys did. But of course that did
not make the pain in Nero's foot any better.
The lion boy howled and roared by turns, and
with his big, rough, red tongue, <SPAN name="licked" id="licked"></SPAN>he licked the
place where his paw hurt. That is the only way
lions have of making well their sore places; by
licking them with their tongues or letting cold
water run on the hurt place. But just then there
was no water where Nero could get it.</p>
<p>"What's the matter with you, Nero?" roared
the voice of Mr. Lion through the black jungle.
"What are you howling about?"</p>
<p>"Oh, I'm hurt!" said the lion boy. "I saw a
goat and tried to jump on it. Then I heard some
little thunder, and my paw hurt and the goat
is still there."</p>
<p>"Ha! That was a trap!" cried Mr. Lion.
"That goat was tied there to a tree by a rope, so
he would bleat and make you come closer.
Then a hunter, hidden in a tree, must have shot
you."</p>
<p>And this is exactly what had happened. The
hunter knew that a lion would come close to try<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</SPAN></span>
to catch the tied goat, when it bleated, and the
man waited.</p>
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<p class="center"><strong>He licked the place where his paw hurt.</strong><br/>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</SPAN></span><br/></p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</SPAN></span>Then, when the man, hiding on a platform
built in a tree, saw Nero, as the moon shone now
and then, he fired his big rifle. But he did not
kill a lion, as he thought. He only made Nero
lame in one paw, and as the lion boy rolled away
as quickly as he could the man lost sight of him.
And though he and some other hunters who were
with him tried later to find Nero, they could
not. He had run away; and I will tell you how
he did it.</p>
<p>"Come, lions!" called Nero's father to the
hunting band, when Nero had told what had
happened to him. "Come, we must not hunt
here any longer. If one hunter shot Nero, other
hunters may shoot at us. We had better hunt
somewhere else. Come, we will run away.
The jungle is big enough for us to hide from the
hunters. But, before we go, we will give a loud
roar so the hunters will know we are not afraid.
All ready now, my brothers. Roar! Roar!
Roar!"</p>
<p>And how those lions roared! You could have
heard them a mile away, for they all roared at
once, and the ground fairly trembled. Even
Nero, hurt as he was, helped in the roaring.</p>
<p>"Come on now, Nero! Follow us!" called
Mr. Lion to the boy cub who was shot. "You<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</SPAN></span>
will have to run on three legs, but you have done
that before. You did it once when you got a big
thorn in your paw. Come along, follow us and
we will hunt in another part of the jungle."</p>
<p>So the lion band turned away from the place
where the goat was tied and where the hunters
were hidden, and Nero followed. But it was
not easy for the cub lion, and soon he began to
limp and fall behind.</p>
<p>"What's the matter?" asked Switchie, as he
saw that his chum was not keeping up with the
rest. "Can't you run along faster?"</p>
<p>"No, I can't," answered Nero. "And I guess
you couldn't either, on only three legs."</p>
<p>"Well, maybe I couldn't," replied Switchie.
"I'm sorry you were shot, Nero. I'll stay behind
and walk with you. Then you won't be
lonesome."</p>
<p>"Thank you," answered Nero, using lion talk,
of course.</p>
<p>So Switchie stayed behind with Nero, going
slowly, as the wounded lion had to go. But
soon the others—the big and little lions who were
not hurt began to get far ahead.</p>
<p>"Come on, Nero! Come on!" they roared.
"And you too, Switchie! Come along here!
Hurry up!"</p>
<p>"I'll just run on ahead and see what they
want," said Switchie to Nero. "I'll tell them<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</SPAN></span>
you can't go fast, and that they must wait for
us. I'll run up ahead and tell them this, and
then come back here to you."</p>
<p>"All right, thank you, I wish you would,"
growled Nero, and he did not feel very happy,
for his paw hurt him very much. "I'll wait here
for you," he said, as he sat down on a pile of
leaves.</p>
<p>So Switchie ran on ahead to tell the others.
But while he was gone something happened that
changed Nero's whole life, and really was the
cause of his going to a circus.</p>
<p>I'll tell you about it.</p>
<p>As Nero sat on the pile of leaves, waiting for
his friend Switchie to come back, he suddenly
heard a noise in the jungle behind him. He saw
some lights flashing and he heard the sound of
talk. It was the voices of men—the same sort
of voice that had shouted:</p>
<p>"I have shot a lion!"</p>
<p>Nero pricked up his ears and listened as hard
as he could.</p>
<p>"Those are hunters!" said the boy lion to himself.
"They are coming after me! I must run
away and hide! I can't wait for Switchie to
come back! I must hide!"</p>
<p>As I have said, the moon now and then shone
in the jungle, making it light enough for men to
see to shoot. But the lights Nero saw flashing<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</SPAN></span>
were not moonbeams. They came from lanterns
carried by the hunters.</p>
<p>"Here is a mark where a lion has been!" cried
one hunter, flashing his light. "This must be the
one I shot! Come on, we'll get him yet!"</p>
<p>And these were the voices Nero heard. The
wounded lion boy did not wait any longer. Up
he sprang, and, running on three legs, and making
no noise, off through the dark jungle he hurried.
His only idea was to get away and hide.</p>
<p>Suddenly Nero saw a blacker patch in the half
darkness. He knew at once what it was. It
was the opening, or front door, of a cave.</p>
<p>"It isn't the cave where I live," thought the
lion boy, "but it will do very well for me to hide
in."</p>
<p>So Nero crawled into the cave with his sore
paw, and lay down on some dried grass, as far
back as he could get. And the hunters, with
their guns and lanterns, came on through the
jungle, looking for a lion to kill.</p>
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