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for him and Jack to do save stand vigilantly on guard。 Sometimes； when the leopards seemed better natured； Ralph even encouraged the two dogs to lie down。 But； on bad mornings； he saw to it that they were ever ready to spring in between him and any possible attack。
For the rest of the time Michael shared his large pen with Jack。 They were well cared for； as were all animals at Cedarwild； receiving frequent scrubbings and being kept clean of vermin。 For a dog only three years old； Jack was very sedate。 Either he had never learned to play or had already forgotten how。 On the other hand； he was sweet…tempered and equable； and he did not resent the early shows of crustiness which Michael made。 And Michael quickly ceased from being crusty and took pleasure in their quiet companionship。 There were no demonstrations。 They were content to lie awake by the hour； merely pleasantly aware of each other's proximity。
Occasionally； Michael could hear Sara making a distant scene or sending out calls which he knew were for him。 Once she got away from her keeper and located Michael coming out of the leopard cage。 With a shrill squeal of joy she was upon him； clinging to him and chattering the hysterical tale of all her woes since they had been parted。 The leopard man looked on tolerantly and let her have her few minutes。 It was her keeper who tore her away in the end； cling as she would to Michael； screaming all the while like a harridan。 When her hold was broken； she sprang at the man in a fury； and； before he could throttle her to subjection； sank her teeth into his thumb and wrist。 All of which was provocative of great hilarity to the onlookers； while her squalls and cries excited the leopards to spitting and leaping against their bars。 And； as she was borne away； she set up a soft wailing like that of a heart…broken child。
Although Michael proved a success with the leopards； Raoul Castlemon never bought him from Collins。 One morning； several days later； the arena was vexed by uproar and commotion from 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