"I see lion," he whispered again, and pointed, but I could see nothing save the stems of the reeds.
"Rouse him," I whispered back, "and I will shoot as he bounds." Then Bes poised the spear, shook it till it quivered, and threw.

There was a roar and a lioness appeared with the spear fast in her flank.

I loosed the arrow but it cut into the thick reeds and stuck there.
"Forward!" whispered Bes, "for where woman is, there look for man.

The lion will be near." We crept on, Bes stopping to cut the arrow from a reed and set it back in the quiver, for it was a good arrow made by himself.

But now he shifted the broad spear to his right hand and in his left held his knife.