Julius was accustomed to carry Talbot round the cage, holding the by tamer’s belt in his teeth. Some reminiscence of his arena performance seemed to be in the tiger’s mind now. His jaws gripped, not upon Bunter, but upon Bunter’s clothing, and the fat junior was dragged from the floor in the tiger’s teeth. heavens !“ gasped Mr. Quelch. “Good He did not stir. He could not hurt the tiger with bare hands, and any hostile movement now might be instantly fatal to Bunter. The good-humour of a tiger is always uncertain. Julius trotted round the room with Bunter. The juniors watched him with fascinated eyes. hat !“ said Wharton. going through the circus tricks, “My “He’s with Bunter instead of that chap Talbot. Do you see?” can’t be so savage, then,” said Nugent, with a gasp of “He—he relief. now—he’s all right—but goodness knows how long it will “Not last. One of us ought to slip out and warn them at the circus. I’ll go.” Wharton was near the door. He exchanged a glance with Mr. Quelch, who nodded. Harry rose from his place and quietly slipped from the room. He darted down the passage and out into the sunny close. !“ “Talbot The circus lad was running towards him from the direction of the gates. Wharton looked at him in amazement. did you get in!” “How Jack laughed. the gates. We learn to climb in the circus. you know. No “Climbed one came to the gate when I rang. Has the tiger been here ?“ Yes—yes “ “ thought so. I tracked him in the wood as far as the school, and “I lost him on the road. I was afraid he was here.” in our Form-room.” “He’s George !“ “By
Julius was accustomed to carry Talbot round the cage, holding the by tamer’s belt in his teeth. Some reminiscence of his arena performance seemed to be in the tiger’s mind now. His jaws gripped, not upon Bunter, but upon Bunter’s clothing, and the fat junior was dragged from the floor in the tiger’s teeth. “Good heavens !“ gasped Mr. Quelch. He did not stir. He could not hurt the tiger with bare hands, and any hostile movement now might be instantly fatal to Bunter. The good-humour of a tiger is always uncertain. Julius trotted round the room with Bunter. The juniors watched him with fascinated eyes. “My hat !“ said Wharton. “He’s going through the circus tricks, with Bunter instead of that chap Talbot. Do you see?” “He—he can’t be so savage, then,” said Nugent, with a gasp of relief. “Not now—he’s all right—but goodness knows how long it will last. One of us ought to slip out and warn them at the circus. I’ll go.” Wharton was near the door. He exchanged a glance with Mr. Quelch, who nodded. Harry rose from his place and quietly slipped from the room. He darted down the passage and out into the sunny close. “Talbot !“ The circus lad was running towards him from the direction of the gates. Wharton looked at him in amazement. “How did you get in!” Jack laughed. “Climbed the gates. We learn to climb in the circus. you know. No one came to the gate when I rang. Has the tiger been here ?“ “ Yes—yes “ “I thought so. I tracked him in the wood as far as the school, and lost him on the road. I was afraid he was here.” “He’s in our Form-room.” “By George !“
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