"He will leap soon." Again he drove him forward, and then the beast turned, facing his tormentor, and crouched low.

There, in a huge setting of bone and muscle strangely fitted to its fierceness, with eyes of fire and feet of deadly stealth, its back arched like a drawn bow, the wild heart of the son of Herod seemed to be facing him.
"Look!" a slave shouted.

"He has bent his bow." The haired lip of the beast quivered; great cords of muscle were drawn tense.

Like a flash the bow sprang and the columns of bone beneath him lifted, flinging his long, striped body in the air.

With cat-like swiftness Antipater stepped aside, and while the huge beast was in mid-air, thrust the lance into his heart.