The water was gone and only one shell remained for the big gun.

Somewhere ahead were miles of thorn scrub in which there might be rhinos or buffaloes.
Two days before I had killed two large buffaloes in the district through which we must pass, and there was every likelihood of others still being there.

At seven we were hopelessly lost in a wide stretch of hippo grass, and I had to fire a shot in the hope of getting an answering shot from camp.

In a couple of moments we heard the distant shot, and then pressed on toward camp.

The lion had been carried on ahead while we stopped with the rhino, and so the news reached the camp before us.