Shasta now gave himself up for lost and began to wonder whether lions killed you quickly or played with you as a cat plays with a mouse and how much it would hurt. At the same time （one sometimes does this at the most frightful moments） he noticed everything. He saw that the otherrider was a very small， slender person， mail.clad （the moon shone on the mail） and riding magnificently. He had no beard.
Something flat and shining was spread out before them. Before Shasta had time even to guess what it was there was a great splash and he found his mouth half full of salt water. The shining thing had been a long inlet of the sea. Both horses were swimming and the water was up to Shasta’s knees. There was an angr y roaring behind them and， looking back， Shasta saw a great， shaggy， and terrible shape crouched on the water‘s edge； but only one. “We must have shaken off the other lion，” he thought.
