At eight o'clock the performance commenced. First there was a procession of elephants and horses, the latter carrying the bareback riders and other members of the circus, with the curiosities and freaks. Then came two bareback riders, who jumped through hoops, and over banners, and performed somersaults, to the wondering delight of the boys. Then came tumblers, and in preparation for another scene a gaudily dressed clown entered the ring. Suddenly there was heard a deep baying sound, which struck terror into every heart. It was the lion; but seemed close at hand. In an instant a dark, cat-like form, rushing down the aisle, sprang into the ring. The great Numidian lion had broken from his cage, and the life of every one in the audience was in peril. Ladies shrieked, strong men grew pale, and all wildly looked about for some way of escape. Striking down the clown, and standing with one foot on the prostrate form, the lion's cruel eyes wandered slowly over the vast assemblage. Only ten feet from him, in front seats, sat Kit and Dan. Kit rose in his seat pale and excited, but with a resolute fire in his eyes. He had thought of a way to vanquish the lion. CHAPTER V. HOW KIT VANQUISHED THE LION. The danger was imminent. Under the canvas there were at least two thousand spectators. Smyrna had less than five thousand inhabitants, but from towns around there were numerous excursion parties, which helped to swell the number present. Had these people foreseen the terrible scene not down on the bills, they would have remained at home and locked the doors of their houses. But danger is seldom anticipated and peril generally finds us unprepared. Dan Clark saw Kit about to leave his seat. "Where are you going?" he cried. "I am going into the arena." "What? Are you out of your head?" asked Dan, and he took hold of Kit to detain him. But the boy tore himself from the grasp of his friend, and with blanched brow, for he knew full well the risk he ran, he sprang over the parapet, and in an instant he stood in the sawdust circle facing the angry monarch of the wilds, whose presence had struck terror into the hearts of two thousand members of a superior race. The sudden movement of Kit created a sensation only less than the appearance of the lion. The residents of Smyrna all knew him, but they could not understand the cause of his apparent fool-hardiness. "Come back! Come away, for your life!" exclaimed dozens of Kit's friends and acquaintances. "Who is that boy? Is he one of the circus men?" asked strangers who were present. "You will be killed, Kit! Come back!" implored Dan Clark, appalled at the danger of his friend.