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156 the hoop. I called and cracked my whip. He growled and crouched. I called again. He laid his head flat upon his paws, lashed his tail and sprang, tearing my arm as I jumped aside. At that instant Leo sprang also—on the rebellious lion; and as they rolled over, fighting, I made my escape from the cage. I have a scar on my arm still."

Aimée had clung tightly to Alphonse as he told his story. When he ended, she drew a deep breath.

"And you did not die?"

"As you see."

"And Leo saved you?"

"I have always said so."

She looked over the old man's shoulder at Leo.

"I think I love him a little," she said.

"He is my one friend," replied Alphonse. "We love each other, and we shall never be parted. As we have lived, we shall die, together."