This vision renewed her strength.

She proceeded onward.
She must have followed the river at least a mile when she espied a raft moored to a clump of trees.

Here she saw a way of saving her weary limbs many a rugged mile.

She forded the stream, freed the raft, and poled out into the middle of the stream.
It happened that the Mohammedan hunters who owned the raft were at this moment swinging along toward the temple.

On the shoulders of two rested a pole from which dangled the lifeless body of a newly killed leopard.