I don't think this fellow is in pain; I'm going to take him
alive. I can't put a bullet into him. I never saw such a magnificent
specimen."
"Suppose we should meet some more," Hunt Manners said, just as he and Westy
were starting along the path.
"Take some fly paper with you," I said, "and think of your brave patrol
leader."
"You won't meet any more," Harry Donnelle said; "this fellow must have
strayed down out of the mountains. There is a species of leopard found in
America, but I never knew they grew to such a size as this, or had spots
either. Trot along and get back as soon as you can."
While the two fellows were gone, Harry tied
the leopard's fore feet and then his hind feet together with rope. He wound
it around good and plenty and tied it fast, you can bet, and then we just
sat around waiting.
Pretty soon along came the whole village, postmaster and all, and Hunt and
Westy with a wheelbarrow. Some escort! You'd think Westy and Hunt were
General Pershing getting home from France. I should think they would have
been afraid someone would steal the village while they were gone.
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