time Maga had vanished out of view, unaware that any one had seen her, creeping like a pantheress from rock to rock.
"What's the matter?" Fred demanded, sitting down again, ill-tempered with himself for being startled.
"Maga Jhaere!"
"How exciting!" said Gloria. "I'm crazy to meet her."
But Will looked less excited and more anxious than I had ever seen him, and we all three laughed.
"All right!" he said. "I tell you it's no joke. That woman believes she's got her hooks in."
We tried to go on talking naturally, but lapsed into uncomfortable silence as the minutes dragged by and no Maga put in her appearance. Fred began humming through his nose again in that ridiculous way that he thinks seems unconcerned, but that makes his best friends yearn to smite him hip and thigh.
"I guess you were mistaken," Will said at last, spreading out his shoulders with relief at the mere suggestion. But I was facing the direction of Zeitoon, as he was not, and again the expression of my face betrayed the facts.
There were two large stones leaning together, with a small triangular gap between them, less than thirty feet from where we sat. In that gap I could see a pair of eyes, and nothing else. They had almost exactly the expression of a panther's that is stalking, not its quarry, but its mortal foe. In spite of having seen Maga approaching, I would have believed them an animal's eyes, only that from experience I knew an animal's eyes betray fear and anger without reason, whereas these blazed with the desperate reasoning that holds fear in contempt. Panthers can hate, be afraid, sweep fear aside with anger, and plan painstakingly for murderous attack; but
