The Golden Girl

A collie leaped upon the platform and began pawing Kathlyn, and shortly
after the younger sister followed. Neither of the girls noted the
stiffening mustaches of the leopard. The animal rose, and his nostrils
palpitated. He hated the dog with a hatred not unmixed with fear.
Treachery is in the marrow of all cats. To breed them in captivity
does not matter. Sooner or later they will strike. Never before had
the leopard been so close to his enemy, free of the leash.

"Kit, it is just wonderful. However can you do it? Some day we'll
make dad take us to Paris, where you can exhibit them."

A snarl from the leopard, answered by a growl from the collie, brought
Kathlyn's head about. The cat leaped, but toward Winnie, not the
collie. With a cry of terror Winnie turned and ran in the direction of
the bungalow. Kathlyn, seizing the leash, followed like the wind,
hampered though she was by the apron. The cat loped after the fleeing
girl, gaining at each bound. The yelping of the collie brought forth
from various points low rumbling sounds, which presently developed into
roars.

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.