Then Bes made a sucking noise with his great lips and pointed to the edge of the reeds in front of us some sixty paces away.

Looking, I saw a yellow shape creeping along between their dark stems, and although the shot was far, forgetting all things save I was a hunter and there was my game, I drew the arrow to my ear, aimed and loosed, making allowance for its fall and for the wind.
Oh! that shot was good.

It struck the lion in the body and pierced him through.

Out he came, roaring, rolling, and tearing at the ground.

But by now I had another arrow on the string, and although the King lifted his bow, I loosed first.