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Standing in front of the blaze was the host of the establishment, attired in the costume of his time, a loose jacket, linen breeches and green apron. He was eyeing with a look of no small displeasure three men seated at one of the tables, two of whom, by their actions, seemed to have partaken a little too freely of the Leopard's special beverage.

From the swaying motion and the sound of a slight, though ominous, cracking, Timokles doubted if his support were reliable. The rage of the leopard was frightful. He seemed beside himself. He leaped and rushed hither and thither, as he saw Timokles climbing higher. The boy shook with exhaustion. His right arm bled from the wounds of the leopard's claws.

Did the palm branch hang low enough so that, if he jumped, he could grasp it? The portion of the old palm branch was a slender thing. It would not have borne the leopard's weight. Probably the animal had tried to clutch the branch before now. The lower end might be frayed by his claws. "Will the branch bear my weight?" questioned Timokles.

Trot anxiously inquired of the Glass Cat. "How silly!" exclaimed the creature in an irritated tone of voice; "nothing can hurt glass, and I'm too solid to break easily. But I'm annoyed at that leopard's impudence. He has no respect for beauty or intelligence. If he had noticed my pink brains work, I'm sure he would have realized I'm too important to be grabbed in a wild beast's jaws."

"Her beauty was like a light in a dark house her eyes were those of a deer, her curls like female snakes, her eyebrows like a bow, her nose like a parrot's, her teeth like a string of pearls, her lips like the red gourds, her neck like a pigeon's, her waist like a leopard's, her hands and feet like a soft lotus, her face like the moon, with the gait of a goose, and the voice of a cuckoo!"

From the resemblance of the maiden to the worker on the hippopotamus, Timokles had no doubt she was his sister. But when the girl, turning her brilliant, laughing face toward Timokles, first saw him, her dark eyes dilated with a look of startled horror. Timokles knew, as well as if she had spoken, that she was one of those who had seen him dragged to the leopard's home.

They were brought from the Rio Pongas, about 80 miles to the northward of Sierra Leone, and were taken, near that river in the following manner: Some black fellows having discovered a leopard's den, about a dozen of them, armed with muskets, placed themselves to watch the departure of the dam in quest of prey.

This region, the Djerid, is all sand; an isthmus of sand thrust in between the two Chotts of Djerid and Rharsa; the oases ara scattered about the country, says some old writer, like the spots on a leopard's skin.... The air was keen, and I shivered on my mule, looking back often at the dark forest of Tozeur, where I had spent some happy days.

"You will break my ears, Alister!" cried the mother, unable to keep from laughing at the wrath in which he went straining through the room. "Think of it," insisted Ian: "a man like could not think otherwise without a revolution of his whole being to which the change of the leopard's spots would he nothing.

It said to me, 'Ride to the top of Leopard's Kloof. Ride hard. I rode hard through the rocks and the darkness, through the mist and the rain, and not one minute had I been here when you came and I caught the lady's bridle." "I am sure we are very grateful to you," murmured Benita. "Then I am paid back ten thousand times.