She had, however, got into the hiding-place none too soon.
She heard the familiar pad-pad, the whiff-whiff of a big cat.
Immediately into the moonlight came an African lion, as out of place here as Kathlyn herself; his tail slashed, there was a long black streak from his mane to his tail where the hair had risen.

Kathlyn crouched even lower.

The lion trotted round the sarcophagus, sniffing.
Presently he lifted his head and roared.

The echoes played battledore and shuttlecock with the sound.

The lion roared again, this time at the insulting echoes.