He had in his experience seen the effect of a terrible shock, in the complete breakdown of the victim, and, personally, he had known one man die from the shock to his system caused exactly by the sudden and unexpected appearance of a lion at night.

He kept Venning's thoughts off the mental picture of the charging lion until dawn, when all hands prepared for the hunt.
"If you hit him hard he will be lying near, and I guess it will be a different matter meeting him by daylight--eh, my lad ?" Venning looked into the hunter's calm eyes, and felt strong.

He went straight to the rock against which he had crouched, and pointed to the deep scars made in the hard ground by the sharp claws as the lion had stopped his charge and wheeled.
Compton measured the distance from the rock to the claw-marks.
"Fifteen feet! By Jove! it was a narrow squeak.

I would have yelled like fits." "I did yell." Muata pointed to the ground.
"Blood spoor, eh?
You did hit him.

Put the jackal on the track, chief," said Mr.Hume.
The jackal took one sniff at the ground, stared sharply around, then peered up into his master's face.
"Search," said the chief, in his own tongue.