For in the middle of it the parrot awakened Philip by biting his ear, and then hopping to a safe distance from his awakening fists and crying out, 'Make up the camp fire--look alive.

It's lions.' The dogs were whining and barking, and Brenda was earnestly trying to climb a palm tree.

Max faced the danger, it is true, but he seemed to have no real love of sport.
Philip sprang up and heaped dead palm scales and leaves on the dying fire.

It blazed up and something moved beyond the bushes.

Philip wondered whether those pairs of shining things, like strayed stars, that he saw in the darkness, could really be the eyes of lions.
'What a nuisance these lions are to be sure,' said the parrot.