One of them--the lioness, no doubt--worked round to drive the game towards the lion." "It is a guess," said Compton.

"Perhaps the lion stopped because of his hurt." "No; the bleeding has stopped.

They not only sighted game, but the lioness drove it from the river-bed towards the lion, and the lion brought it down." "Oh, come," said Compton.

"How can you tell that ?" "From the spoor"-- laconically.

"He sprang twice--here, where he alighted the first time; and the second spring landed him on to the neck of an antelope powerful enough to struggle on into that thicket of reeds.