In a broken succession of hobbling leaps it went out of sight, its blood, as it seemed, still issuing in a small torrent, which kept flowing back softly through the grass beside me.

"If it go on bleeding like that," I thought, "it will soon be hurtless!" I went on, for I might yet be useful to the woman, and hoped also to see her deliverer.
I descried her a little way off, seated on the grass, with her child in her lap.
"Can I do anything for you ?" I asked.
At the sound of my voice she started violently, and would have risen.

I threw myself on the ground.
"You need not be frightened," I said.

"I was following the beast when happily you found a nearer protector! It passed me now with its foot bleeding so much that by this time it must be all but dead!" "There is little hope of that!" she answered, trembling.

"Do you not know whose beast she is ?" Now I had certain strange suspicions, but I answered that I knew nothing of the brute, and asked what had become of her champion.
"What champion ?" she rejoined.