He would not even know of its presence, until it had made its spring, and its fangs were in his neck.

The man of the wilderness knew just how it would be done.

It would be over in a minute.
The giant clenched his teeth.

Why had he not gone on to his home after leaving the shepherd?
Why had he followed that impulse to stand again where he had stood that afternoon?
Above all, what had possessed him--what had led him to creep to his present position?
He shot a quick glance around.

How bright--how bright the moon was! The panther turned aside from the trail and with silent grace leaped to the ledge, gaining a position on a level with Ollie-- still unconscious of its presence.