He apparently was not "as brave as a lion." We followed the course that he presumably took and presently reached the crest of a ridge.

Then the second gunbearer, a keen-eyed Kikuyu, discovered the lion three hundred yards off to the right.

After reaching the top of the hill the animal had swung directly off at right angles with the idea of reaching cover in a dry creek bed some distance away.

I started to shoot at three hundred yards, but before I could take a careful aim the lion had disappeared in the grass.

For an hour we thrashed the high reeds in the dry creek bed with never a sign of the king of beasts.