Both cracked together.
The lion's eyes suddenly closed, his head shook convulsively, his paw dropped loose over the capstone, his jaws fell open, and blood trickled down his tongue.

In a few moments he was dead! This was apparent to every one.

But Swartboy was not satisfied, until he had discharged about a score of his arrows at the head of the animal, causing it to assume the appearance of a porcupine.
So tightly had the huge beast wedged himself, that even after death he still remained in his singular situation.
Under other circumstances he would have been dragged down for the sake of his skin.

But there was no time to spare for skinning him; and without further delay, Von Bloom and his companions mounted their horses and rode off..