"I'll let you go presently....
Girls, you're goin' to see somethin'.

But stay on your horses." Dale, with the hound tense and bristling beside him, strode here and there at the edge of the swale.

Presently he halted on a slight elevation and beckoned for the girls to ride over.
"Here, see where the grass is pressed down all nice an' round," he said, pointing.

"A lion made that.

He sneaked there, watchin' for deer.