"The lion! Don't let him eat me!" he muttered.

"You're safe, Giant," answered the doctor's son.

"I---I got shot!"

"We know it. Let us see if you are badly hurt." On several occasions,
in cases of accident, Shep had aided his father in caring for
patients, and the knowledge thus gained now stood him in good stead.
He made a close examination and found that several buckshot had
grazed the small youth's temple, while one had gone through the tip
of the ear. Giant's face was covered with blood, and this was
washed off, and then his wounds were bathed with witch hazel and
bound up.

"You had a narrow escape," was the comment of the doctor's son. "A
little closer and you might have been killed, or might have lost
your eyesight."

"That fellow with the gun was mighty careless," said Whopper.

"He was excited," added Snap. "He didn't want to hit Giant."

Snap said nothing about his hurt shoulder, although the bump he had
received made him stiff and sore. He was thankful that the
honeysuckle vine had broken the fall from the piazza roof, and that
he and Giant had escaped from the clutches of the lion.

The hunters of the animal had gone past the house, and now those