There the two of them pulled it down." "And there he is!" shouted Venning.
He pointed to the right of the reeds, and there was a great yellowish beast walking away at a slow walk, with its head sunk.
"The lioness," said the hunter.

"Venning, keep by me, but a little behind.

Compton, when I whistle, fire into the reeds." Compton nodded his head, and the two went off, while Muata sat down as a spectator.
Mr.Hume walked steadily up to within fifty paces of the reeds on the upper side, then whistled.

Immediately Compton fired.
The lion was there.

He signified his presence by a low growl, but he did not move.