That was all. Her tone was even, placid, and evinced no astonishment whatever, as though it were the most natural thing in the world to get up in the middle of the night, and take a moonlight stroll away over a particularly wild, and, as the recent incident showed, somewhat dangerous country, or to wake to consciousness in the heart of a vast rock chasm of awe-inspiring and savage grandeur and enjoying an eerie reputation. To her listener this was well-nigh the most astounding part of the whole adventure. Was she conscious? was his first thought. Again she passed a hand over her brow, and her great eyes rested calmly upon his face. "Now I remember," she said, in the same even tones. "Something threatened me--there, just now," looking toward the spot where the panther had crouched. "It was an animal--a panther. But--it went," she added, with a slight smile. "That it certainly did," rejoined Raynier, "and thank Heaven it did. Do you know that that was about the tightest situation I have ever heard or read of--a panther with a cub--with a cub, mind, for in that lay nearly the whole of the peril--coming along this narrow tube where there's no possible means of getting out of its way--and you walking straight into its jaws. And this, under the circumstances, is a precious unreliable weapon," showing the revolver he still held in his hand. "You or both of us might have been horribly mauled before it even began to take effect." "So we might. But I had a better plan with it, don't you think so? Anyhow, the thing got in my way, and--it had to get out of it." The same cool tone, the same confident, but rather captivating smile. Two subjects of wonderment were at that moment crowding Herbert Raynier's mind to the exclusion of all others. What was there about this girl--what magnetic compelling power had enabled her, by the sheer, unflinching fearlessness of her presence, to put to flight what, under the circumstances--the narrowness of the place to wit, the suddenness of the encounter, and, above all, the cub--was one of the most dangerous and formidable of wild beasts? This was one. The other was, how on earth he could ever have passed her by as being without attractiveness, and that not once, but day after day. Here, standing before him in the moonlight, looking tall in her loose white wrapper--for her strange excursion had not been so impromptu as he at first supposed--her splendid hair flowing in masses over her shoulders, her great eyes smiling upon him with something of the compelling force which had given her power over the brute, he decided that she was scarcely, if anything, short of beautiful. And then the somewhat uncommon circumstances of this interview came back upon him. "What made you come here?" he said, the lameness of the remark striking him even while he uttered the words. "The very question I was going to ask you."