There was one of the spectators who did not admire Kit's heroic conduct, nor join in the applause which was so liberally showered upon him. This was Ralph Watson, who sat on the opposite side of the tent, with his chum, James Schuyler, a boy who had recently come to Smyrna from the city of New York. Ralph had been very pale when the lion first made his appearance in the arena, and trembled with fear, and no one had felt greater relief when the danger was past. But, being naturally of a jealous disposition, he was very much annoyed by the sudden popularity won by Kit. "Isn't that your cousin?" asked James Schuyler. "Yes," answered Ralph shortly. "What a brave boy he is!" Ralph shrugged his shoulders. "I don't see much bravery about it," he said. "It isn't as if the lion was a wild one in his native forest. This one was tame." "He didn't look very tame to me," rejoined James, who, though rather snobbish, was willing to admit the danger they had all incurred. "The people didn't think so either. Hear them cheer your cousin." "It will make him terribly conceited. He will actually think he's a hero." "I wouldn't have given much for any of our lives if he hadn't jumped into the ring, and blinded the lion." Meanwhile Kit was enjoying the performance, and thinking very little of how his action would be regarded by Ralph, for whom he had no very cordial feeling, though they had been, from the necessity of the case, close companions for many years. On their return home, Kit and Ralph reached the gate together. "It seems you're a great hero all at once," said Ralph, with a sneer. Kit understood the sneer, but did not choose to notice it. "Thank you for the compliment," he responded quietly. "O, I didn't mean to flatter you! You are puffed up enough." "Are you sorry I jumped into the ring, Ralph?" asked Kit good-naturedly. "I don't believe there was any real danger." "Then I must congratulate you upon your courage. All the rest of us were frightened, and even Mr. Barlow admitted that there was danger." "The lion was half tame. It isn't as if he were wild." "He looked wild enough to me when I faced him in the ring. I confess that my knees began to tremble, and I wished myself at home." "You'd better set up as a lion tamer," said Ralph. "Thank you; I think I should prefer some other business, where my life would be safer." "You are likely to have your wish, then." "What do you mean?" asked Kit quickly, detecting a significance in Ralph's tone. "I mean that father intends to have you learn a trade." "Has he told you so?" "Yes." "Doesn't he propose to consult me?" "Why should he? You are only a boy, and can't judge what is best for yourself." "Still I am likely to be more interested than any one else in the way I am to earn my living. What trade are _you_ going to learn?" "What trade am I going to learn?" repeated Ralph, with the assumption of insulted dignity. "None at all. I shall be a merchant or a professional man."