Both heard his light footsteps, and knew where the eyes were likely to be discerned.
"_There he is!_" exclaimed Fred, as he caught sight of the green, phosphorescent glitter of the two orbs, which is peculiar to the eyes of the feline species.
Mickey detected them at the same moment, and drew his rifle to his shoulder.

He kept the kneeling position, fearing that the target would vanish if he should wait until he could rise.

It is no easy thing for a hunter to take aim when he is utterly unable to detect the slightest portion of his weapon, and it was this fact which caused Mickey to delay his firing.

However, before he could make his aim any way satisfactory, a bright thought struck him, and he lowered his gun, carefully letting the hammer down upon the tube.
"Ain't you going to fire ?" asked the lad, who could not understand the delay.
"Whisht, now! would ye have me slay me best friend ?" "I don't understand you, Mickey." "S'pose I'd shot the baste, whatever he is, that would be the end of him; but lave him alone, and he'll show us the way out." "How can he do that ?" "Don't you obsarve," said the man, who haf got the theory all perfectly arranged in his mind, "that that creature couldn't get into this cave without coming in some way ?" There was no gainsaying such logic as that, but Fred knew that his friend meant more than he said.
"Of course he couldn't get in here without having some way of doing it.
But suppose he took the same means as we did?
How is that going to help us ?" But the Irishman was certain that such could not be the case.
"There ain't any wild beasts as big fools as we was.

Ye couldn't git 'em to walk into such a hole, any more than ye could git an Irisman to gaze calmly upon a head without hitting it.