The pause was enough; and before the huge muscles of the flanks and backs could be set in motion to hurl the great body forward, a bullet, crashing into his breast, laid him out helpless in the throes of death.
"Your first lion, Godfrey." "But you killed him," said Venning, pulling himself together with a great effort; for he had been through a very severe ordeal.
"The first hit counts.

See here, your bullet last night struck him above the elbow, just missing the bone, and your second shot hit him low down in the ribs." "My word," said Compton, as he came up, his eyes blazing with excitement, "it was grand to see that charge.

Yes, and to see how you two stood.

My heart was in my mouth." "It's a simple shot," said the hunter.

"All you have to do is to keep perfectly cool and wait for the lion to come to his stand." "Very easy," muttered Compton, with a grimace, as he looked at the white fangs and the cruel-looking claws, finishing off that mighty weapon the lion's forearm, capable of battering in a man's head at one blow.
The chief stood looking from the lion to the hunter.