I turned my head and found myself looking at a lion three feet off ...

An old man-eater, that was the terror of the village ...

What was left of the mare, a mass of blood and bones and hide, was behind him.' 'What happened ?' I asked.

I was enough of a hunter to know a true yarn when I heard it.
'I stuffed my fishing-rod into his jaws, and I had a pistol.

Also my servants came presently with rifles.