Behind her came others.

I gave the low growl of a lion-- the cry he makes when he is angry at being disturbed.

She threw up her head and sniffed the air.

Then she growled in her throat, for there was no taint of lion in the air, but the taint of man! Her white eyes found me out where I sat in a low tree, and there was death in them.

So I gathered the air in my lungs and shouted.