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Chapter XIV - The Black Lion
Numa, the lion, was hungry. He had come out of the desert country to the east
into a land of plenty but though he was young and strong, the wary grass-eaters
had managed to elude his mighty talons each time he had thought to make a kill.
Numa, the lion, was hungry and very savage. For two days he had not eaten and
now he hunted in the ugliest of humors. No more did Numa roar forth a
rumbling challenge to the world but rather he moved silent and grim, stepping
softly that no cracking twig might betray his presence to the keen-eared quarry
he sought.
Fresh was the spoor of Bara, the deer, that Numa picked up in the well-beaten
game trail he was following. No hour had passed since Bara had come this way;
the time could be measured in minutes and so the great lion redoubled the
cautiousness of his advance as he crept stealthily in pursuit of his quarry.
A light wind was moving through the jungle aisles, and it wafted down now to the
nostrils of the eager carnivore the strong scent spoor of the deer, exciting his
already avid appetite to a point where it became a gnawing pain. Yet Numa did
not permit himself to be carried away by his desires into any premature charge
such as had recently lost him the juicy meat of Pacco, the zebra. Increasing his
gait but slightly he followed the tortuous windings of the trail until suddenly just
before him, where the trail wound about the bole of a huge tree, he saw a young
buck moving slowly ahead of him.
Numa judged the distance with his keen eyes, glowing now like two terrible spots
of yellow fire in his wrinkled, snarling face. He could do it--this time he was sure.
One terrific roar that would paralyze the poor creature ahead of him into
momentary inaction, and a simultaneous charge of lightning-like rapidity and
Numa, the lion, would feed. The sinuous tail, undulating slowly at its tufted
extremity, whipped suddenly erect. It was the signal for the charge and the vocal
organs were shaped for the thunderous roar when, as lightning out of a clear sky,
Sheeta, the panther, leaped suddenly into the trail between Numa and the deer.
A blundering charge made Sheeta, for with the first crash of his spotted body
through the foliage verging the trail, Bara gave a single startled backward glance
and was gone.
The roar that was intended to paralyze the deer broke horribly from the deep
throat of the great cat--an angry roar of rage against the meddling Sheeta who
had robbed him of his kill, and the charge that was intended for Bara was
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