A second shot was better placed and I saw her collapse in her tracks.

Leaving the lioness, I went down to where Stephenson had followed the lion.

Several shots had been fired, but the lion was still running, although badly wounded.

Just as it reached a small tree down on the slope a shot was put into a vital spot, and the lion went wildly over on his side.

Even then he managed to drag himself under the small bushes surrounding the tree, where a moment later Mr.Stephenson killed him with a shot from his .318 Mauser.
[Drawing: _"A Very Interesting Experience," Said I Coolly, a Couple of Days Later_] We measured and photographed the lion, and then I took my camera to get a picture of the dead lioness up on the ridge.