So we fell to work beating out the nearest fires, and trusted that a shifting of the wind would send the course of the flames in another direction.
It was now four o'clock.

We were nine miles from camp and food, and we knew that at six o'clock darkness would suddenly descend, leaving us out in a rhino-infested country, far from camp.

The water was nearly gone and the general outlook was far from pleasing.
The gunbearers skinned the lion.

My first shot had struck one of his back teeth, breaking it squarely off, and then passed through the fleshy part of the neck.

It was a wound that would startle, but not kill.