I
guess he knew how to handle leopards all right, hey? Maybe they were good
friends even. Gee whiz, I like hiking better than anything else, except
apple pie, but anyway, I'd like to be in a parade, that's one thing. That's
just what I said. I said it out loud to myself.
CHAPTER XVIII
ON TO GLORY
When they came back the keeper was leading Marshal Foch with a rope, and
the fly paper was gone from his head and his body. Harry Donnelle said they
melted the stickum with gasoline and that it didn't hurt the leopard much.
He said it came off easier than a porous plaster does. You bet I was glad;
because that leopard and I were kind of friends. Anyway I would have been
glad. The keeper had a pistol but I guess it was just safety first because
the animal walked along by him just as meek as could bet and walked right
up the slanting board into the wagon. I guess he knew that keeper all
right. His eyes were kind of half shut and all sticky like, and his nice
fur was all stuck up but the men said they could fix him all right as soon
as they had time.
I just couldn't help saying "So long, Marshal Foch, I'm sorry I had to do
it; see you later.
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