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At last he walked to a shrub and looked at its leaves, closely. "It may be that one day is left for my master to go into the cheetah hills; but the earth makes ready for the breaking of the great monsoon." Skag was getting interested in the Indian standpoint; he was finding something in it. Quite innocently, he used the subtlest method known to learn. "What is the great monsoon?" "Beneficence."
Recalling, while he waited, with what joy he had been ready to face the tiger that coughed near the monkey glen, to stand between Carlin and it he was aware that now he faced a hunting cheetah as much for her. The cheetah stopped, and turning toward him direct, laid itself along the ground so tight he could see only a line of colour among the grasses. There it seemed to stay.
"Where I can see into the things that hold the world together." "I have loved this wandering I could wander always. But... Cheetah! I tell you I WANT to go to London." He looked over his shoulder into her warm face. "NO," he said. "But, I ask you." He shook his head. She put her face closer and whispered. "Cheetah! big beast of my heart. Do you hear your mate asking for something?"
"You had to come back to me." "I could have written just as well about these things." "CHEETAH," she said softly, and came towards him slowly, stooping forward and looking into his eyes, "you had to come back to see your old Leopard. Your wretched Leopard. Who has rolled in the dirt. And is still yours." "Do you want a divorce? How are we to fix things, Amanda?"
She put her hand on the telephone in the corner and then she forgot about it. After another long interval of thought she spoke. "Cheetah!" she said, "Old Cheetah!... "I didn't THINK it of you...." Then presently with the even joyless movements of one who does a reasonable business, with something indeed of the manner of one who packs a trunk, she rang up Sir Philip Easton.
Not only the hunter, man, but the tiger, the leopard, the cheetah, and other predatory creatures, take advantage of this foolish habit of the barking-deer; and stealing upon it unawares, make it their victim.
And high against the wall of the waters rolled the clarion challenge-call of Nels, the Great Dane dog. The cheetah leaped and settled back. Skag turned to look the way it faced. A grey line flashed along the ground. Skag did not know it, but he was racing toward their meeting. The cheetah lifted and met Nels, body against body, in mid-air Skag heard the impact.
M'Cord was one of the big master mechanics especially serving Indian Government in engine building a Scot nearing fifty now. For many years he had answered the cries of the natives for help against the destroyers of human life. Sometimes it was a mugger, sometimes a cobra, a cheetah, often a man-eating tiger that terrorised the countryside.
And just as the dead cheetah was laid at Jill's feet, a huge bull dog, with a face like a gargoyle to be seen on the Western transept of Notre-Dame, and a chest like a steel safe, supported on legs which had given way under the weight, walked across from Sir John Wetherbourne, Bart., of Bourne Manor, and other delectable mansions, to lay his snuffling, stertorous self at the feet of his mistress, the Honourable Mary Bingham, pronounced Beam, in whose sanctum sat the man on the bleak November evening, and of whom he had just asked advice.
But Benham was always a Cheetah. That had come to her as a revelation from heaven. But so clearly he was a Cheetah. He was a Hunting Leopard; the only beast that has an up-cast face and dreams and looks at you with absent-minded eyes like a man. She laced their journeys with a fantastic monologue telling in the third person what the Leopard and the Cheetah were thinking and seeing and doing.
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