Once we drove off a maneless lion and lioness from a dead buffalo, which had been in the last stage of a decline.

They had watched him staggering to the river to quench his thirst, and sprang on him as he was crawling up the bank.

One had caught him by the throat, and the other by his high projecting backbone, which was broken by the lion's powerful fangs.

The struggle, if any, must have been short.

They had only eaten the intestines when we frightened them off.