The buffaloes never stirred; where they were it was safe.
Across the river a bulky shadow moved into the light, and a fat, brown bear took his tithe of the water.

The leopard snarled and slunk off.
The bear washed his face, possibly sticky with purloined wild honey, and betook himself back to his lair.
Kathlyn suddenly became aware of the fact that she was a spectator to a scene such as few human beings are permitted to see: truce water, where the wild beasts do not kill one another.

She grew so interested that she forgot her own plight.

The tree stood only a few feet from the water, so she saw everything distinctly.
Later, when his majesty the tiger made his appearance dramatically, the buffaloes simply moved closer together, presenting a formidable frontage of horns.
Never had Kathlyn seen such an enormous beast.

From his great padded paws to his sloping shoulders he stood easily four feet in height, and his stripes were almost as broad as her hand.