The leopard knocked the old boy flat and began to maul him.

I kicked the brute in the face, swept the king's turban off his head and flung it about the head of the leopard.

Somehow or other I got him down.

Some of the frightened natives came up, and with the help of Ahmed we got the brute tied up securely.

When the king came around he silently shook hands with me and smiled peculiarly at Umballa, who now came running up." "And that's how you got those poor hands!" exclaimed Kathlyn, kissing the scars which stood out white against the tan.
"That's how," raising the hands and putting them on Kathlyn's head in a kind of benediction.
"Is that all ?" asked Winnie breathlessly.
"Isn't that enough ?" he retorted.