CHAPTER XII
THE SUPERINTENDENT'S OPINION
It seemed as if the escaped circus tiger had disputed the intrusion of Young Slavin just as it had previously that of Ralph.
Whether his belligerent enemy had tried to beat off the animal, or it had attacked Slavin as he attempted to ascend the ladder, Ralph could not tell. One thing was sure, however: the impetuous "champeen" found himself in the mix-up of his life.
The tiger was growling and snarling. Slavin was uttering muffled shouts of terror and pain. Ralph fairly dropped down half a dozen rungs of the ladder.
The wrench with which he had armed himself was heavy, and had a very long handle. Six feet from the floor of the lower tower room, Ralph leaned as far out as he could, holding on to the ladder by one foot and one hand.
Swinging the wrench in the other hand and watching his opportunity, Ralph landed a sturdy
