Morok stopped; Death stopped also.
At this moment the tiger, Judas, to whom Morok's back was turned, bounded violently in his cage, as if jealous of the attention, which his master paid to the panther.

He growled hoarsely, and, raising his head, showed the under-part of his redoubtable triangular jaw, and his broad chest of a dirty white, with which blended the copper color, streaked with black, of his sides; his tail, like a huge red serpent, with rings of ebony, now clung to his flanks, now lashed them with a slow and continuous movement: his eyes, of a transparent, brilliant green, were fixed upon the Prophet.
Such was the influence of this man over his animals, that Judas almost immediately ceased growling, as if frightened at his own temerity; but his respiration continued loud and deep.

Morok turned his face towards him, and examined him very attentively during some seconds.

The panther, no longer subject to the influence of her master's look, slunk back to crouch in the shade.
A sharp cracking, in sudden breaks, like that which great animals make in gnawing hard substances, was now heard from the cage of the lion.
It drew the attention of the Prophet, who, leaving the tiger, advanced towards the other den.
Nothing could be seen of the lion but his monstrous croup of a reddish yellow.

His thighs were gathered under him, and his thick mane served entirely to conceal his head.