Then Martin formed a desperate resolution to have the venison for Margaret.

He drew his arrow to the head, and buried it in the deer, who, spite of the creature on his back, bounded high into the air, and fell dead.

The leopard went on tearing him as if nothing had happened.
Martin hoped that the creature would gorge itself with blood, and then let him take the meat.

He waited some minutes, then walked resolutely up, and laid his hand on the buck's leg.

The leopard gave a frightful growl, and left off sucking blood.