By the time he reached the man, another had intervened. A young woman wearing skins (mostly, regrettably her own), leapt on to the leopard (not a tiger), and plunged a knife into the creature's neck. By the time the Green Man reached her, the leopard was dead.
"Who are you?" the man on the ground asked, looking at the two strange figures.
"I Jeanette," the girl in skins replied, in best Tarzan fashion. "Who you?"
"Robin Calder," the man spoke weakly, "I was a soldier - a mercenary. Who's that?" He looked to the Green Man.
"I not know," the girl looked to the Green Man. "But he looks like spirit of Jungle."
"I am the Green Man," the Terror of the wicked introduced himself.
"Spirit of Jungle," the girl nodded. "You come with me."
"Where to?" the Green Man pressed her.
"You come with me or many people die," the girl ignored his question. "Spirit of the Jungle come with me."
"And me?" Calder asked.
"I shall support you," the Green Man helped the mercenary to his feet.