? ? ? ? Not thirty paces behind the two she crouched--Sabor, the huge lioness--lashing her tail. Cautiously she moved a great padded paw forward, noiselessly placing it before she lifted the next. Thus she advanced; her belly low, almost touching the surface of the ground--a great cat preparing to spring upon its prey.
? ? ? ? Now she was within ten feet of the two unsuspecting little playfellows--carefully she drew her hind feet well up beneath her body, the great muscles rolling under the beautiful skin.
? ? ? ? So low she was crouching now that she seemed flattened to the earth except for the upward bend of the glossy back as it gathered for the spring.
? ? ? ? No longer the tail lashed--quiet and straight behind her it lay.
? ? ? ? An instant she paused thus, as though turned to stone, and then, with an awful scream, she sprang.
? ? ? ? Sabor, the lioness, was a wise hunter. To one less wise the wild alarm of her fierce cry as she sprang would have seemed a foolish thing, for could she not more surely have fallen upon her victims had she but quietly leaped without that loud shriek?
? ? ? ? But Sabor knew well the wondrous quickness of the jungle folk and their almost unbelievable powers of hearing.
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