Neither of the dogs had seen the lion, until the moment when the savage brute charged forward, and was making for the kraal.

The shots, the growling of the lion, and the loud wings of the vultures as they flew off affrighted, told the dogs that something was going on in front, at which they ought to be present; and, forsaking their pleasant meal, both came bounding over the walls.
They reached the open space in front, just as the lion leaped into the door; and without hesitation the brave noble animals rushed on, and followed him inside the house.
For some moments there was heard a confused chorus of noises--the barking and worrying of the dogs, the growling and roaring of the lion.
Then a dull sound followed as of some heavy object dashed against the wall.

Then came a mournful howl--another, another--a noise like the cracking of bones--the "purr" of the great brute with its loud rough bass--and then a deep silence.

The struggle was over.

This was evident, as the dogs no longer gave tongue.