At this moment a hoarse bellowing, bearing some slight resemblance to the miauling of a cat, troubled the profound silence of the desert.
"There is its first cry," said Quoniam.
"It is still a long way off."
"Oh, it will soon come nearer."
"Not yet; it is not after us at this moment."
"Who else, then?"
"Listen."
A similar cry to the first, but coming from the opposite side, burst forth at this moment.
"Did I not tell you," the Canadian continued, quietly, "that it had paired?"
"I did not doubt it. If you do not know the habits of tigers, who should?"