The lion gave a mighty bound, he heard it strike the ground with a heavy thud, and then it seemed to disappear, though he knew it was near from the low growling it set up.
From the camp there came a confused shouting, followed by the sound of a man running.
Venning moistened his lips.

"Look out," he shouted, "there is a lion here." "Where are you ?" "Here, by this rock." "Stay there, and keep quite still." The growling increased, and once more the same paralysis attacked the boy so that he could scarcely breathe.

Then some one stood at his side, and the fear went from him at once.
"He's over there, somewhere; but I can't see him." "I can.

Get round the rock, my boy.

He's lying flat with his head between his paws, and it's a mercy you did not fire again and draw his charge." Venning moved round the rock, and Mr.Hume slowly followed.