The Mystery Of The Nervous Lion Part 3

Mike was speaking again. "Easy, George," he said quietly. "Easy, boy. You know me, fellow. Easy now. Nice and easy."

The huge, tawny beast flicked its tail. A low rumble came rolling like thunder. It came forward another step.

Young Mike shook his head. "Something's wrong, fellows. George knows me. But he isn't acting his usual friendly way."

Slowly, the boy backed away.

The lion came on.

Chapter 6.

A Narrow Escape THE THREE INVESTIGATORS stood rooted to the ground as inch by inch young Mike Hall retreated before the advancing lion. His voice was still low and friendly but the lion ignored it.

Jupiter Jones was as paralysed with fear as his companions. But his brain was still active. He was puzzled by the lion's behaviour towards somebody it knew. It gave no sign that it recognised young Mike Hall.

Suddenly Jupe discovered what was wrong. He tried to keep his voice low and not attract the lion's attention.

"Look at his left foreleg, Mike," he said. "He's wounded!"

Mike looked quickly at the lion's leg. It was covered by a thick film of blood.

"No wonder George isn't obeying," said Mike softly. "I'm afraid I've got bad news for you guys. A hurt animal is dangerous. I don't know if I can handle him."

"You've got a rifle," Bob whispered. "Maybe you ought to shoot."

"This is only a .22 calibre. It wouldn't do more than tickle George. It might make him even madder. I just carry it for emergencies, for firing a warning shot."

The lion took another step forward. The huge beast winced as the b.l.o.o.d.y leg took its weight. Its mouth opened in a twisting snarl.

The Three Investigators inched backward to the gum tree. Mike saw their movement and shook his head.

"Don't try it, fellows," he cautioned. "He'd be on you before you got one leg up."

"Okay, Mike," said Jupe. "But why not fire a warning shot? Wouldn't that scare George off?"

Mike smiled grimly. "Not a chance. He's got his head down. That means his mind is made up and nothing is going to change it." He bit his lip. "I just wish my Uncle Jim was here."

A soft whistle trilled from the high gra.s.s. Abruptly a tall, bronzed man stepped out. "You've got your wish, Mike," he said dryly. "Now n.o.body moves, n.o.body talks except me, understand?"

The man stepped lithely forward. "Now, Georgie, what's going on here?" he asked pleasantly.

The words were spoken in a light, conversational tone. They had their effect. The lion turned its head towards the man. Its long tail flicked. Then, c.o.c.king its head, it opened its jaws and roared.

The tall man nodded. "I see," he said softly. "You're hurt. Is that it?"

Then to the amazement of the boys, he strode up to the lion and took its huge head in his hands.

"Come on, George," he said. "Let's have a look at it."

The lion opened its jaws again. The expected roar became a moaning sound instead. Slowly it extended its bleeding leg.

"Oh, it's your leg, is it?" asked Jim Hall. "Okay, old fellow, take it easy. I'll take care of it for you."

He removed a handkerchief from his pocket and bent to one knee. Deftly, he bandaged the wound, his face dangerously close to the lion's jaws.

The lion stood patiently as Jim Hall knotted the handkerchief. The man rose. He rubbed the lion's ears and twisted his mane. Then, affectionately, he pounded the beast's shoulders.

"There you are, George-almost as good as new."

Smiling, he turned away. The lion's voice rumbled in its thick throat. Its muscles quivered. Then suddenly there was a quick, blurring yellow movement. Instantly Jim Hall was down, the lion upon him.

"Look out!" Pete cried.

The Three Investigators looked on in horror as the man writhed under the weight of the big jungle cat.

Jupe turned to Mike Hall. The boy was watching calmly, a slight smile on his lips.

Jupe couldn't understand. "Do something!" he shouted.

"Use your gun, Mike!" Bob yelled.

Mike Hall lifted his hand. "It's nothing to worry about, fellows. They're only playing. George was brought up by Jim and loves him."

"But-" Jupe started to say. His eyes bugged out as he saw the huge lion thrown aside by Jim Hall. With a ferocious snarling sound, it lashed back, wrapping its forelegs around the man's shoulders. It opened its jaws wide, its large teeth inches from the man's face.

Unbelievably, Jim Hall laughed!

He braced to confront the snarling lion, and as he was knocked aside, pounded its ribs and yanked at the long mane. The animal moaned and flicked its long tail. Then to the utter bewilderment of the boys, it rolled over on its back, a strange sound coming from its throat.

"He's purring!" Bob exclaimed.

Jim Hall sat up and dusted himself off. "Whew!" he said in mock dismay. "That cat's a lot heavier than he thinks! It was easier when George was a cub."

Jupiter sighed his relief. He turned to Mike. "That just about scared me out of my wits. Do they always play that rough?"

"It scared me too when I first saw them at it," Mike admitted. "But I'm used to it now. George is so well-trained, he acts like a big overgrown puppy. You can see how good-natured he really is, now."

Jupe narrowed his eyes. "But Mr. Hitchc.o.c.k said-" He turned to the tall man stroking the lion's chest. "Mr. Hall, we're The Three Investigators. Alfred Hitchc.o.c.k told us you were having trouble, that your lion was nervous for some reason."

"That's right, son," Jim Hall said. "Take what happened here. Ol' George never acted that way before. He knows Mike and never should have come on that mean and ornery. I've brought him up, so naturally he listens to me, but lately he hasn't been dependable, at all."

"Maybe we can find out why," Jupe offered. "That wound on his leg, for example.

Does that strike you as an accident?"

"What do you mean?"

"It looked like a slas.h.i.+ng cut," Jupe said. "Something that could have been made by a long, sharp instrument-a machete, for instance."

The man nodded. "Yes. But-"

"When we arrived, we mistook another man for you, sir. He led us out here and he was wielding a machete-"

"It was Hank Morton," Mike interrupted. "Jupe described him to me. He must have let George loose."

Jim Hall's jaw set grimly. "Hank Morton was here? When I fired him, I warned him not to come back." He looked at his lion, puzzled. "Somebody let George out. It might have been Hank. You say he brought you out here?" let George out. It might have been Hank. You say he brought you out here?"

"Yes," Bob put in. "Then he left us and went off into the high gra.s.s, telling us to wait."

"If he used to handle your lion, maybe he was able to get close enough to wound him with that machete, and make him mad enough to go for us us," Pete said.

"If he did," Jim Hall said angrily, "that will be Hank Morton's last trick. Because if I don't catch up with him for that, George will! George will! " "

He tugged at the lion's ears affectionately. "Come on, boy. We're going to have Doc Dawson take a look at you."

Mike answered Jupe's inquiring look. "Doc Dawson is our veterinarian. An animal doctor. He takes care, of George and all our other animals here."

Jim Hall led his lion off through the jungle. "Come along, boys. I'll fill you in on what's been happening when we get back to the house. Alfred Hitchc.o.c.k said you fellows were pretty good at unravelling mysteries. Maybe you can spot what's wrong.

Because sure as shooting, something is going on around here that I can't figure out."

Chapter 7.

The Trouble with George "HERE WE ARE."

Jim Hall stopped at a small covered van parked on a side road. He dropped the tail-board, urged George up, then fastened it in place.

"Come on," Mike said to Jupe and his friends. "We'll sit up front with Jim."

The Jungle Land owner got behind the wheel and started the vehicle. As he backed and turned the van round, Jupe leaned forward.

"How did George get out, Mr. Hall? Where do you usually keep him-in his own compound?"

Jim Hall shook his head. "He stays in our house-with Mike and me. I don't know how he got out unless Hank Morton saw me leave. He could have let him out then.

George was used to him being around so that would have been no problem. Once George was out, he could have wandered anywhere. That's what had me worried," he added, his lips tightening.

He followed the narrow, winding road up a hill and swung up a gravel drive leading to a large white house.

"Here we are," he announced. "Run inside and call Doc Dawson, will you, Mike?"

As Mike jumped off, Jupiter looked around in surprise. "Is this where you live? We thought that first one we came to-the bunkhouse-"

"That's for show," Jim Hall answered, smiling. "People come to Jungle Land for a lot of reasons. It's an animal farm and ranch, and we throw in a bit of the old Wild West for them, too. Sometimes we use the place for filming movies. One is being shot right now, matter of fact-a jungle picture."

"So Mr. Hitchc.o.c.k told us," Jupe said. "He led us to believe that was your concern at the moment, your lion not being trustworthy while a movie was being made here."

"Correct," Hall said. "George happens to be rented out, too, for the production. If he forgets he's supposed to be gentle and doesn't respond to my commands, Jay Eastland might lose a valuable leading man."

"Who's Jay Eastland?" Bob asked.

"That name sounds familiar," Pete said. "My dad does special effects for film companies. I'm sure I've heard him mention Jay Eastland's name."

Jim Hall said, "Eastland is a very important film producer and director-at least, he thinks he is."

He turned to unfasten the tail-board of the van. Mike Hall, who had just come out of the house, whistled and pointed to an approaching cloud of dust.

"Here comes trouble, Uncle Jim," he called.

Jim Hall looked up, his brow darkening. "Trouble is right-here it comes in the person of Mr. Eastland himself."

The cloud of dust cleared to reveal a station wagon. In a few seconds it pulled up and stopped. A short, beefy, bald-headed man hopped out of the back seat. He advanced with jerky steps, his face flushed and angry.

"Hall," he shouted, "I'm holding you to the terms of our contract."

Jim Hall looked down at the perspiring director. "I don't know what you're talking about, Eastland. "What's up?"

Eastland shook his fist at the animal owner. "That contract states no danger to myself or my people, remember? I guess you have a good explanation for what's happened?"

Jim Hall's eyebrows flew up. "My contract and agreement stand," he said coldly.

"What happened?"

"Rock Randall's been hurt," Eastland yelled. "One of your animals got loose and attacked him-that's what happened!"

"That's impossible!" Hall said firmly.

The angry visitor pointed accusingly at the big lion in the rear of the van.

"There's all the proof I need, right there! Your pet lion! I happen to know he was loose and roaming around an hour ago. I'd like to hear you deny it!"

"You're right, Eastland. George was loose for a time. But that's no proof he attacked Randall. I can't believe it."

"You'll believe it when you see him," Eastland sneered.

"Is he hurt badly?" asked Hall quickly.