Mayne Reid,
The Forest Exiles: The Perils of a Peruvian Family in the Wilds of the Amazon
“ Don Pablo turned pale, and even the coppery cheek of Guapo blanched at the sight. Though at some distance, both knew at a glance what they were. Cats, indeed! They were the cubs of the jaguar!“My God!” cried Don Pablo, hoarse with affright. “My God! the boy will be lost!” and as he spoke he swept the upper edge of the lake with an anxious glance.“Run, little master!” shouted Guapo. “Run for your life; make for the bridge—for the bridge!”Leon seemed astonished. He knew by the words of Guapo, and the earnest gestures of the rest, that there was some danger:—but of what? Why was he to run? ”
