But tell me, first, how you did it.

It seems to me well nigh a miracle." "I was passing along, not far distant, when I heard your cry," Stanley said.

"Thinking that it was some person in distress, I ran hither, and saw you both lying, with the leopard's forepaws upon you.

The beast's back was turned to me and, as it was growling, it had not heard my approach.

Seeing the guns lying there--and having no doubt that they were loaded--I stole up, sprang suddenly on the leopard, and drove my knife into it behind the shoulder.