But my magic must prevail, and some day we shall meet.
He made me afraid once.

I will make him much afraid, and will meet him in the water." Not many days were to pass before the meeting.

Rolf had gone for water at the well, which was a hole dug ten feet from the shore of the lake.
He had learned the hunter's cautious trick of going silently and peering about, before he left cover.

On a mud bank in a shallow bay, some fifty yards off, he described a peculiar gray and greenish form that he slowly made out to be a huge turtle, sunning itself.

The more he looked and gauged it with things about, the bigger it seemed.