One spring and a jump and I was his meat.

To run was cowardice as well as foolishness, the one because the other.

And without pretending to be able to read a lion's thoughts I dare risk the assertion that he was puzzled what to do with me.

I could very plainly see his claws coming in and out of their sheaths, and what with that, and the switching tail, and the sense of impotence I could not take my eyes off him.

So I did not look at the other hillock at first.
But a sound like that a cat makes calling to her kittens, only greatly magnified, made me glance to the left in a hurry.