I went into a soft place and was unhurt.

But when I was sailing through the air a thought flashed: this is the end of me! It was like a dream when you are falling dreadfully.

Much of what I felt and thought on that chase must have been because of what I have studied and read and taught.

The reality of it, the action and flash, were splendid.
But fear of danger, pity for the chased lion, consciousness of foolish risk, of a reckless disregard for the serious responsibility I have taken--all these worked in my mind and held back what might have been a sheer physical, primitive joy of the wild moment." Dale listened intently, and after Helen had finished he studied the fire and thoughtfully poked the red embers with his stick.

His face was still and serene, untroubled and unlined, but to Helen his eyes seemed sad, pensive, expressive of an unsatisfied yearning and wonder.