Another tremendous roar! and a crash in the bushes as the animal made a bound forward was succeeded immediately by a similar roar, as another lion took the exact position of the last, and stood wondering at the report of the rifle, and seeking for the cause of the intrusion.

This was a grand lion with a shaggy mane; but my rifle was unloaded, and, keeping my eyes fixed on the beast, I stretched my hand back for a spare rifle.

The lion remained standing, but gazing up wind with his head raised, snuffing in the air for a scent of the enemy.

No rifle was put in my hand.

I looked back for an instant, and saw my Tokrooris faltering about five yards behind me.