"He is perfect—not more than four or five years—got his full range, but not his weight."
Skag stopped abruptly, until the other nudged him.
"Go on—it's like a bench-show—"
"We called them Bengalis—but that is just the trade-name—"
"You intimated he might have a lady-friend—do they hunt in couples?"
The boy didn't answer that. "You've never been in a tiger's cage?" he asked suddenly.
"I'm telling you not, so you'll excuse my apprehensions about our lodging—in case Herself appears. The fact is, there isn't room—"
"She won't come near, if we keep up the voices—"
"It becomes instantly a bore to talk," Cadman answered.
Sometime passed before they spoke again. The tiger didn't seem to settle any; from time to time, they heard the tense concussion, the hissing escape of his snarl. The kid had either escaped or strangled to death.