Their eyes followed hers, and there in the twilight crouched a dark form with eyes like glowworms.
It was the leopard.
While they stood petrified, fascinated by the eyes of green fire, there sounded in the wood a single deep bay.

Martin trembled at it.
"They have lost her, and laid muzzled bloodhounds on her scent; they will find her here, and the venison.

Good-bye, friends, Martin Wittenhaagen ends here." Gerard seized his bow, and put it into the soldier's hands.
"Be a man," he cried; "shoot her, and fling her into the wood ere they come up.

Who will know ?" More voices of hounds broke out, and nearer.
"Curse her!" cried Martin; "I spared her once; now she must die, or I, or both more likely;" and he reared his bow, and drew his arrow to the head.
"Nay! nay!" cried Margaret, and seized the arrow.

It broke in half: the pieces fell on each side the bow.