“Where is he now？” said Lucy. “Is he here in the pavilion？” “I don‘t think so.”
“Susan！ let’s go outside and have a look round. We might see him.”
“All right. Let‘s，” said Susan； “we might just as well be doing that as lying awake here.”
Very quietly the two girls groped their way among the other sleepers and crept out of the tent. The moonlight was bright and everything was quite still except for the noise of the river chattering over the stones. Then Susan suddenly caught Lucy’s arm and said， “Look！” On the far side of the camping ground， just where the trees began， they saw the Lion slowly walking away from them into the wood. Without a word they both followed him.
