My foot was raised for a forward step, but what I saw then made me set it down again.
To my right front, less than ten yards away, was a hillock about twice my own height.

To my left front, about twelve yards away was another, slightly higher; and the track passed between them.

On the right-hand hillock stood a male lion, full maned, his forelegs well apart and the dark tuft on the end of his tail appearing every instant to one side or the other as he switched it cat-fashion.

He was staring down at me with a sort of scandalized interest; and there was nothing whatever for me to do but stare at him.

I had no weapon.