Then Harry said that all he wanted was a place to put the animal till morning, and he’d see if he couldn’t get some kind of medicine to dope him with, while he tried to get the fly paper off. I guess they didn’t like the idea very much, but one of the men whose name was Hasbrook, said we could put the leopard in his barn till morning if we wanted to. So they got him into the wheelbarrow and it wasn’t hard doing it on account of his legs being tied. Then we all started back to the village. While we were going along Harry said, “I’ve often heard of a man having an elephant on his hands, but never a leopard. Maybe we’ll have to shoot him, but I just hate to do it. I have an idea that gasoline will melt that stuff, only we’ll have to be careful about his eyes. I’d try it to-night, only I’m afraid to use the gasoline near a lamp. I’m going to send a line to the Historical Museum people though, to-night, and one of you kids can drop it at the office. I daresay there’s a train out of this burg in a few days.” I just couldn’t help saying to him, “I’ll be glad if you don’t shoot him—I will.” He laughed and gave me a rap on the head and said, “You see I know what it is to be shot, Kiddo. I was shot twice in France. Maybe I’m not much use, but I’d be less use if I was shot, wouldn’t I? Nobody’s much good after they’re shot. Ever think of that?” “Maybe I didn’t,” I said, “but anyway, I know you’re right. I guess you’re always right. Anyway, I think the same as you do.” “Shooting is no fun,” he said; “don’t shoot till you have to. What do you say?” I said, “You’re right, that’s one sure thing and I’m glad I met you, you bet.” And you bet I was glad, because he was one fine fellow. Maybe he was kind of wild sort of, but he was one fine fellow. Mr. Ellsworth said so, and he ought to know. When we came into the village, there was a Fraud car standing in front of a house and a man just getting out of it. “Whatcher got thar, Cy?” he called. “A leo-pod,” Cy called back, “an honest ter goodness leo-pod.” “Who’s them fellers? The posse?” the man asked. “What posse?” Cy called. “I thought mebbe you’d caught up with that beast from Costello’s. That you, Hiram? Taint no reg’lar leo-pod is it?” “Reg’lar as church goin’; look on ’em yourself.” Harry Donnelle just stood there smiling. Then he said, “Have a look; it won’t cost you a cent.” After the man had looked and Harry had told him all about it, he hauled out of his overalls a newspaper and said, “Lookee here.” We all crowded around him and Harry held the lantern so we could see the paper. “Jest fetched it from Kingston,” the man said. Then Harry began reading out loud. This is what he read, because I pasted that article in our hike record book: WILD ANIMAL AT LARGE INFURIATED LEOPARD ESCAPES FROM VISITING CIRCUS—ARMED POSSE SEARCHING WOODS