There we skinned him and toasted his flesh over the fire.

He just made a good meal for us, though we kept the hind legs for breakfast.
There was no moon this night, and so it chanced that when I suddenly remembered about the lion spoor, and suggested that we had better tie up the horses quite close to us, we could not find them, though we knew they were grazing within fifty yards.

This being so we could only make up the fire and take our chance.

Shortly afterwards I went to sleep with little Tota in my arms.

Suddenly I was awakened by hearing that peculiarly painful sound, the scream of a horse, quite close to the fire, which was still burning brightly.