The Adventures of Kathlyn

There was no particular hurry; besides, he was not hungry. The cat in

him wanted to play. He loped after Kathlyn easily. At any time he

chose a few swift bounds would bring him to her side.

Beyond the temple lay the same stream by which, miles away, Kathlyn had

seen the funeral pyre and about which she had so weird a fantasy. If

this stream was deep there was a chance for life.