CHAPTER XI
SEEING IS BELIEVING
The fellows were just thinking about sending a couple of scouts to hunt for
me when I went running pell-mell into camp, shouting that I had captured a
leopard.
"A what?" Westy asked.
"A leopard," I shouted, "as sure as I stand here. Come and see for
yourselves. He's tied by a rope; he's got fly paper all over him!"
"How many sodas did you have?" Harry Donnelle asked me.
I said, "That's all right, you just come and see."
"It's a leopard; you can see it for yourself." Harry said, "Sit down,
Kiddo, and--rest and have a cup of coffee. Guess you fell asleep by the
wayside, hey? Tell us all about your dream. Here's a plate of beans. Did
you see any mermaids?"
"Never you mind about beans and mermaids," I told him; "one man told me
already that they were cow tracks I saw. I guess he wouldn't want to go
through what I've been through since then. The animal had five toes on
his fore feet and four on his hind feet-that's a leopard, I'm pretty sure.
Anyway, he's got spots. You come and see."
"You don't think it could have been a spotted calf, do you, Kid?" Harry
said in that nice easy way he has of jollying.
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