His yellow flanks were distinctly visible through the thorny twigs, and his head could be seen with his muzzle and whiskers stained red with the blood of the oxen.
No--he did not believe himself hid.

A slight growl, with one or two shakes of his tail, proved the contrary.

He lay still however, as lions usually do, until more nearly approached.

The hunter, as already stated, was full fifty yards from him.
Excepting the motion of his tail, he made no other till Von Bloom pulled trigger; and then with a scream he sprang several feet into the air.
The hunter had been afraid of the twigs causing his bullet to glance off; but it was plain it had told truly, for he saw the fur fly from the side of that lion where it struck him.
It was but a wound; and not deadly, as soon appeared.
With long bounds the angry brute came on--lashing his tail, and showing his fearful teeth.

His mane, now on end, seemed to have doubled his size.