The scent of them reached her, stronger and stronger, and more and more defined, and all at once it became perfectly clear to her that one of them was here, behind this tuft of reeds, five paces in front of her; she stopped, and her whole body was still and rigid.

On her short legs she could see nothing in front of her, but by the scent she knew it was sitting not more than five paces off.

She stood still, feeling more and more conscious of it, and enjoying it in anticipation.