There was no sound that she could hear.

She pressed it outward with a slow steady movement.

Fortunately the dress of the Hindu was short, somewhat above the ankles, and within her strong young body was free of those modern contrivances known as corsets and stays.
She sprang out, dashed for the vines and drew herself up rapidly.

In unison the seven leopards whirled and flew at her.

But the half a dozen yards which they had first to cover to reach the wall saved her.
Up, up, desperately, wildly, with a nervous energy which did far more for her than her natural strength.