"Let's run, it is a lion--I told you so," cried Jerry; "no time to lose, if we don't wish to be eaten up!"  Suiting the action to the word, Jerry turned round, and, in attempting to escape, tumbled over some of the tangled stalks, and lay sprawling on the ground, while I endeavoured to lift him up.  The huge monster all the time came roaring towards us, Jerry and I shouting out,--"Help, help, help! a lion, a lion!"  In another moment I expected to feel his claws on my shoulder.