And then, with a fresh wave of horror, my eyes fell upon the lantern.  The candle had burned low, and was already beginning to gutter.  In ten minutes it would be out.  I had only ten minutes then in which to do something, for I felt that if I were once left in the dark with that fearful beast I should be incapable of action.  The very thought of it paralysed me.  I cast my despairing eyes round this chamber of death, and they rested upon one spot which seemed to promise I will not say safety, but less immediate and imminent danger than the open floor.

I have said that the cage had a top as well as a front, and this top was left standing when the front was wound through the slot in the wall.  It consisted of bars at a few inches’ interval, with stout wire netting between, and it rested upon a strong stanchion at each end.  It stood now as a great barred canopy over the crouching figure in the corner.  The space between this iron shelf and the roof may have been from two or three feet.  If I could only get up there, squeezed in between bars and ceiling, I should have only one vulnerable side.  I should be safe from below, from behind, and from each side.  Only on the open face of it could I be attacked.  There, it is true, I had no protection whatever; but at least, I should be out of the brute’s path when he began to pace about his den.  He would have to come out of his way to reach me.  It was now or never, for if once the light were out it would be impossible.  With a gulp in my throat I sprang up, seized the iron edge of the top, and swung myself panting on to it.  I writhed in face downwards, and found myself looking straight into the terrible eyes and yawning jaws of the cat.  Its fetid breath came up into my face like the steam from some foul pot.

It appeared, however, to be rather curious than angry.  With a sleek ripple of its long, black back it rose, stretched itself, and then rearing itself on its hind legs, with one forepaw against the wall, it raised the other, and drew its claws across the wire meshes beneath me.  One sharp, white hook tore through my trousers—­for I may mention that I was still in evening dress—­and dug a furrow in my knee.  It was not meant as an attack, but rather as an experiment, for upon my giving a sharp cry of pain he dropped down again, and springing lightly into the room, he began walking swiftly round it, looking up every now and again in my direction.  For my part I shuffled backwards until I lay with my back against the wall, screwing myself into the smallest space possible.  The farther I got the more difficult it was for him to attack me.

He seemed more excited now that he had begun to move about, and he ran swiftly and noiselessly round and round the den, passing continually underneath the iron couch upon which I lay.  It was wonderful to see so great a bulk passing like a shadow, with hardly the softest thudding of velvety pads.  The candle was burning low—­so low that I could hardly see the creature.  And then, with a last flare and splutter it went out altogether.  I was alone with the cat in the dark!