But the thought of that magnificent hundred dollars restrained and nerved him to push on.  Another step and he had but to lean forward with outstretched arm, seize the door, and snap it toward him.  He was in the act of doing so, when he heard a guttural growl from within.  Had this reached his ears when he was a few feet farther off, Tom would have turned and fled for life.  He would have done so now but for his belief that it was too late.  He could only save himself by shutting that door before the beast came through it.

Holding his breath, the lad seized the handle, and with a quick flirt drew the door toward him.  The strong iron hook was slipped into the staple, and he had done all he could.  Yielding then to the panic which had been struggling so long within him, he bounded upon the front porch, shot through the door, and closed and fastened it in a twinkling.  Not even then did Tom feel safe, but bounded up-stairs with so much haste and noise, that the wonder was he did not awaken his aunt and mother.  They slept too soundly, however, to be disturbed.

He ran to the window of his bedroom, and looked out again, fearing that the royal prisoner had already freed himself and would proceed to punish the one that had taken such liberties with him.  Strange to say, everything looked as if there was no tiger within a score of miles.  The door of the woodshed was fastened as it had been many times; but no noise or disturbance, so far as the lad could judge, sounded from within the structure.  The prisoner seemed to have accepted his misfortune philosophically, and, perhaps, had lain down to rest himself after his stirring experiences of the afternoon.

“I wonder if he can get out of there.  It’s pretty strong, and there isn’t any back-door or window that he can use.”

The youth was so deeply interested in the question that he brought his chair beside the window and sat down to await results.  It was not strange, perhaps, considering the lateness of the hour, that the sleep which he had long sought in vain now came to him.  By and by his head began nodding, and, despite the cramped position, he slumbered soundly until awakened by the call of his mother.

As soon as Tom could collect his senses, he looked at the woodshed.  So far as he saw, no change had taken place.  Then he hurried down-stairs and told the astounding tidings.

“Mercy!” gasped Aunt Cynthia, “I was just about going to the shed for some wood, you were so long coming down.  Suppose I had!”

“It would have been all over with you,” replied Tom, hardly less startled than they; “I meant to stay awake all night, but forgot myself.”

“Perhaps he has got out,” suggested the mother; “I don’t understand why he has kept so quiet.”

While they were talking, a call came from the roadway again.  When they looked out, four horsemen were seen.

“We find it impossible to locate that beast,” explained the one that had done the talking the night before; “I hardly suppose you have seen anything more of him.”