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When Kathlyn came to the river she swerved toward the broadest part of

it Twice she stumbled over boulders, but rose pluckily and, bruised

and breathless, plunged into the water It ift running and

shoulder deep, and she was forced to swied herself up to the bank and, once there, looked

back What she saw rather astonished her She could not solve the

riddle at first The lion see with soing and pulling He

began to roar Even as Kathlyn gazed she saw his chest touch the sand

and his swelling flanks sink lower Fascinated, she could not withdraw

her gaze How his hty shoulders heaved and pulled! But down, down,

lower and lower, till nothing but the great maned head remained in

view Then that was dran; the sand filled the ani; lower, lower

Quicksands! The spot where he had disappeared stirred and glistened

and shuddered, and then the eternal blankness of sand

She was not, then, to die? Should she return to the temple? Would

they not deo on,