Winnie turned sharply around the corner of the bungalow toward the
empty animal cages, to attract her father and at the same time rouse
some of the keepers. Seeing the door of an empty cage open, and that
it was approached by a broad runway, she flew to it, entered and
slammed the door and held it. The cat, now hot with the lust to kill,
threw himself against the bars, snarling and spitting.

Kathlyn called out to him sharply, and fearlessly approached him. She
began talking in a monotone. His ears went flat against his head, but
he submitted to her touch because invariably it soothed him, and
because he sensed some undefinable power whenever his gaze met hers.
She snapped the leash on his collar just as her father came running up,
pale and disturbed. He ran to the door and opened it.

"Winnie, you poor little kitten," he said, taking her in his arms, "how
many times have I told you never to take that dog about when Kit's
leopard is off the leash?"

"I didn't think," she sobbed.

"No. Kit here and I must always do your thinking for you. Ahmed!"

"Yes, Sahib," answered the head keeper.

"See if you can stop that racket over there. Sadie may lose her litter
if it keeps up."

The lean brown Mohammedan trotted away in obedience to his orders. He
knew how to stop captive lions from roaring. He knew how to send