A HUNTER, not very bold, was searching for the tracks of a Lion.
He asked a man felling oaks in the forest if he had seen any
marks of his footsteps or knew where his lair1 was. I will,
said the man, at once show you the Lion himself. The Hunter,
turning very pale and chattering2 with his teeth from fear,
replied, No, thank you. I did not ask that; it is his track
only I am in search of, not the Lion himself.

The hero is brave in deeds as well as words.