m the animal cages。 The excitement； starting with revolver shots； was communicated everywhere。 The various lions raised a great roaring； and the many dogs barked frantically。 All tricks in the arena stopped； the animals temporarily unstrung and unable to continue。 Several men； among them Collins； ran in the direction of the cages。 Sara's keeper dropped her chain in order to follow。
〃It's Alphonsoshillings to pence it is；〃 Collins called to one of his assistants who was running beside him。 〃He'll get Ralph yet。〃
The affair was all but over and leaping to its culmination when Collins arrived。 Castlemon was just being dragged out； and as Collins ran he could see the two men drop him to the ground so that they might slam the cage…door shut。 Inside； in so wildly struggling a tangle on the floor that it was difficult to discern what animals composed it； were Alphonso； Jack； and Michael looked together。 Men danced about outside； thrusting in with iron bars and trying to separate them。 In the far end of the cage were the other two leopards； nursing their wounds and snarling and striking at the iron rods that kept them out of the combat。
Sara's arrival and what followed was a matter of seconds。 Trailing her chain behind her； the little green monkey； the tailed female who knew love and hysteria and was remote cousin to human women； flashed up to the narrow cage…bars and squeezed through。 Simultaneously the tangle underwent a violent upheaval。 Flung out with such force as to be smashed against the near end of the cage； Michael fell to the floor； tried to spring up； but crumpled and sank down； his right shoulder streaming blood from a terrible mauling and crushing。 To him Sara leaped； throwing her arms around him and mothering him up to her flat little hairy breast。 She uttered solicitous cries； and； as Michael strove to rise on his ruined foreleg； scolded him with sharp gentleness and with her arms tried to hold him away from the battle。 Also； in an interval； her eyes malevolent in her rage； she chattered piercing curses at Alphonso。
A crowbar； shoved into his side； distracted the big leopard。 He struck at the weapon with his paw； and； when it was poked into him again； flung himself upon it； biting the naked iron with his teeth。 With a second fling he was against the cage bars； with a single slash of paw ripping down the forearm of the man who had poked him。 The crowbar was dropped as the man leaped away。 Alphonso flung back on Jack； a sorry antagonist by this time； who could only pant and quiver where he lay in the welter of what was left of him。
Michael had managed to get up on his three legs and was striving to stumble forward against the restraining arms of Sara。 The mad leopard was on the verge of springing upon them when deflected by another prod of the iron。 This time he went straight at the man； fetching up against the cage…bars with such fierceness as to shake the structure。
More men began thrusting with more rods； but Alphonso was not to be balked。 Sara saw him coming and screamed her shrillest and savagest at him。 Collins snatched a revolver from one of the men。
〃Don't kill him！〃 Castlemon cried； seizing Collins's arm。
The leopard man was in a bad way himself。 One arm dangled helplessly at his side； while his eyes； filling with blood from a scalp wound； he wiped on the master…trainer's shoulder so that he might see。
〃He's my property；〃 he protested。 〃And he's worth a hundred sick monkeys and sour…balled terriers。 Anyway； we'll get them out all right。 Give me a chance。Somebody mop my eyes out； please。 I can't see。 I've used up my blank cartridges。 Has anybody any blanks？〃
One moment Sara would interpose her body between Michael and the leopard； which was still being delayed by the prodding irons； and the next moment she would turn to screech at the fanged cat is if by very advertisement of her malignancy she might intimidate him into keeping back。
Michael； dragging her with him； growling and bristling； staggered forward a couple of three…legged steps； gave at the ruined shoulder； and collapsed。 And then Sara did the great deed。 With one last scream of utmost fury； she sprang full into the face of the monstrous cat； tearing and scratching with hands and feet； her mouth buried into the roots of one of its stubby ears。 The astounded leopard upreared； with his fore…paws striking and ripping at the little demon that would not let go。
The fight and the life in the little green monkey lasted a short ten seconds。 But this was sufficient for Collins to get the door ajar and with a quick clutch on Michael's hind…leg jerk him out and to the ground。
CHAPTER XXX
No rough…and…ready surgery of the Del Mar sort obtained at Cedarwild； else Michael would not have lived。 A real surgeon； skilful and audacious； came very close to vivisecting him as he radically repaired the ruin of a shoulder； doing things he would not have dared with a human but which proved to be correct for Michael。
〃He'll always be lame；〃 the surgeon said； wiping his hands and gazing down at Michael； who lay； for the most part of him； a motionless prisoner set in plaster of Paris。 〃All the healing； and there's plenty of it； will have to be by first intention。 If his temperature shoots up we'll have to put him out of his misery。 What's he worth？〃
〃He has no tricks；〃 Collins answered。 〃Possibly fifty dollars； and certainly not that now。 Lame dogs are not worth teaching tricks to。〃
Time was to prove both men wrong。 Michael was not destined to permanent lameness； although in after…years his shoulder was always tender； and； on occasion； when the weather was damp； he was compelled to ease it with a slight limp。 On the other hand； he was destined to appreciate to a great price and to become the star performer Harry Del Mar had predicted of him。
In the meantime he lay for many weary days in the plaster and abstained from raising a dangerous temperature。 The care taken of him was excellent。 But not out of love and affection was it given。 It was merely a part of the system at Cedarwild which made the institution such a success。 When he was taken out of the plaster； he was still denied that instinctive pleasure which all animals take in licking their wounds； for shrewdly arranged bandages were wrapped and buckled on him。 And when they were finally removed； there were no wounds to lick； though deep in the shoulder was a pain that required months in which to die out。
Harris Collins bothered him no more with trying to teach him tricks； and； one day； loaned him as a filler…in to a man and woman who had lost three of their dog…troupe by pneumonia。
〃If he makes out you can have him for twenty dollars；〃 Collins told the man； Wilton Davis。
〃And if he croaks？〃 Davis queried。
Collins shrugged his shoulders。 〃I won't sit up nights worrying about him。 He's unteachable。〃
And when Michael departed from Cedarwild in a crate on an express wagon； he might well have never returned； for Wilton Davis was notorious among trained…animal men for his cruelty to dogs。 Some care he might take of a particular dog with a particularly valuable trick； but mere fillers…in came too cheaply。 They cost from three to five dollars apiece。 Worse than that； so far as he was concerned； Michael had cost nothing。 And if he died it meant nothing to Davis except the trouble of finding another dog。
The first stage of Michael's new adventure involved no unusual hardship； despite the fact that he was so cramped in his crate that he could not stand up and that the jolting and handling of the crate sent countless twinges of pain shooting through his shoulder。 The journey was only to Brooklyn； where he was duly delivered to a second…rate theatre； Wilton Davis being so indifferent a second…rate animal man that he could never succeed in getting time with the big circuits。
The hardship of the cramped crate began after Michael had been carried into a big room above the stage and deposited with nearly a score of similarly crated dogs。 A sorry lot they were； all of them scrubs and most of them spirit…broken and miserable。 Several had bad sores on their heads from being knocked about by Davis。 No care was taken of these sores； and they were not improved by the whitening that was put on them for concealment whenever they performed。 Some of them howled lamentably at times； and every little while； as if it were all that remained for them to do in their narrow cells； all of them would break out into barking。
Michael was the only one who did not join in these choruses。 Long since； as one feature of his developing moroseness； he had ceased from barking。 He had become too unsociable for any such demonstrations； nor did he pattern after the example of some of the sourer…tempered dogs in the room； who were for ever bickering and snarling through the slats of their cages。 In fact； Michael's sourness of temper had become too profound even for quarrelling。 All he desired was to be let alone； and of this he had a surfeit for the first forty…eight hours。
Wilton Davis had assembled his troupe ahead of time； so that the change of programme was five days away。 Having taken advantage of this to go to see his wife's people over in New Jersey； he had hired one of the stage…hands to feed and water his dogs。 This the stage…hand would have done； had he not had the misfortune to get into an altercation with a barkeeper which culminated in a fractured skull and an ambulance ride to the receiving hospital。 To make the situation perfect for what followed； the theatre was closed for three days in order to make certain alterations demanded by the Fire Commissioners。
No one came near the room； and after several hours Michael grew aware of hunger and thirst。 The time passed； and the desire for food was supplanted by the desire for water。 By nightfall the barking and yelping became continuous； changing through the long night hours to whimpering and whining。 Michael alone made no sound； suffering dumbly in the bedlam of misery。
Morning of the second day dawned； the slow hours dragged by to the second night； and the darkness of the second night drew down upon a scene behind the scenes； sufficient of itself to condemn all trained…animal act