For the moment I thought it was a lion, but almost at the same instant I saw a fine nellut dashing away before me, and I killed it immediately with a bullet through the back of the neck.

This was great luck, and we now required two camels, as in two shots I had killed a lioness and a nellut (A.Strepsiceros).
We remained for some time at our delightful camp at Delladilla.

Every day, from sunrise to sunset, I was either on foot or in the saddle, without rest, except upon Sundays.

As our camp was full of meat, either dried or in the process of drying in festoons upon the trees, we had been a great attraction to the beasts of prey, which constantly prowled around our thorn fence during the night.

One night in particular a lion attempted to enter, but had been repulsed by the Tokrooris, who pelted him with firebrands.