We raked the reed bed fore and aft, and combed the long grass in every direction.

A young rhino was startled in his morning nap, ran around excitedly for a while, and then trotted off.

Birds of many varieties fluttered up and wondered what the racket was about.

At ten o'clock we decided that the lions had failed to do their part of the program, and that no further developments were to be expected.

So we marched back homeward, got mixed up with another rhino, and finally gained camp, seven miles away, just as our hunger had reached an advanced stage.
The next day we marched to the Thika Thika River, then to Punda Milia, and then to Fort Hall.