But he fitted another arrow, and eyed the glade keenly.

Presently he heard a bustle behind him, and turned round just in time to see a noble buck cross the open, but too late to shoot at him.

He dashed his bow down with an imprecation.

At that moment a long spotted animal glided swiftly across after the deer; its belly seemed to touch the ground as it went.

Martin took up his bow hastily: he recognized the Duke's leopard.