The white eyes turned away from the yellow eyes-- they turned to me; then she yapped and went off after the pack.

The lion looked after her; then he stretched himself on the ground again and stared.

He lifted his head to the wind and sniffed.

Mawoh! Well, I knew the old mother had told him of my presence; but the lion never looks up.

It was well for me, for his mind was uneasy.