The old fellow evidently could not find those other lions who roared back at him so valiantly.

Evidently fire had no terrors for him.

For an hour or more he patrolled the portico, and all this time Kathlyn did not stir, hardly daring to breathe for fear he might undertake to peer into the sarcophagus.
Silence.

A low roar from the inner shrine told her that for the present she was safe.

To-morrow she must fly, whither did not matter.
Toward four o'clock she fell into a doze and was finally awakened by the sound of voices raised in anger.
Poor sheep! They had discovered the shattered idol.