I flinched twice before I threw a stone into the dark-mouthed cave.

What impressed me as soon as I found I was in no danger of being pawed and clawed round the gloomy spot, was the fact of the bones being there.

How did they come on a slope where a man could hardly walk?
Only one answer seemed feasible.

The lion had made his kill one thousand feet above, had pulled his quarry to the rim and pushed it over.

In view of the theory that he might have had to drag his victim from the forest, and that very seldom two lions worked together, the fact of the location of the bones as startling.