"Something like that."
Abdul Hakkim ben Salazar thought about it for a time with furrowed brow. "No, Sidi," he said at last, "for then there would be no one to chase us."
The female stopped, knelt in the path.
"What is she doing now?" Dr. Stefanik asked.
"She is taking off her shoes, in order to run faster than me."
"'... And cattle after their kind, and every thing that creepeth upon the earth after his kind'! And yet you told Glinka I made them!"
"Ah, but not out of what, Sidi," Abdul said.
The female, with a hopeful little bleat, arose and tucked her shoes under her arm, for youth is hope and kids will be kids, and off she went, clip-clop, clip-clop, down the rocky path to the sea.