Soon, however, he was lost in his own thoughts, and, as he heard no more of the lions, fell to wondering over the strangeness of their journey and of what the end of it might be.

He wondered also about Masouda, who she was, how she came to know so much, why she befriended them if she really was a friend, and other things--for instance, of that leap over the sunken stream; and whether--no, surely he had been mistaken, her eyes had never looked at him like that.

Why, he was sleeping at his post, and the eyes in the darkness yonder were not those of a woman.

Women's eyes were not green and gold; they did not grow large, then lessen and vanish away.
Godwin sprang to his feet.

As he thought, they were no eyes.