"

The others arrived, and we all dismounted. B. had not yet killed his
lion, so the shot was his. Billy very coolly came up behind and held
his horse. I should like here to remark that Billy is very terrified of
spiders. F. and I stood at the ready, and B. sat down.

Riding fast an exciting mile or so, getting chucked on your head two or
three times, and facing your first lion are none of them conducive to
steady shooting. The first shot therefore went high, but the second hit
the lion square in the chest, and he rolled over dead.

We all danced a little war dance, and congratulated B. and turned to get
the meaning of a queer little gurgling gasp behind us. There was Fundi!
That long-legged scarecrow, not content with running to get us and then
back again, had trailed us the whole distance of our mad chase over
broken ground at terrific speed in order to be in at the death. And he
was just about all in at the death. He could barely gasp his breath, his
eyes stuck out; he looked close to apoplexy.

"Bwana! bwana!" was all he could say. "Master! master!"

We shook hands with Fundi.

"My son," said I, "you're a true sport, and you'll surely get yours
later."

He did not understand me, but he grinned. The gunbearers began to drift
in, also completely pumped. They set up a feeble shout when they saw
the dead lion. It was a good maned beast, three feet six inches at the
shoulder, and nine feet long.

We left Fundi with the lion, instructing him to stay there until some
of the other men came up. We remounted and pushed on slowly in hopes of
coming on one of the others.

Here and there we rode, our courses interweaving, looking eagerly. And
lo! through a tiny opening in the brush we espied one of those elusive
gerenuk standing not over one hundred yards away. Whereupon I dismounted
and did some of the worst shooting I perpetrated in Africa, for I let
loose three times at him before I landed. But land I did, and there was
one Lesser Hoodoo broken. Truly this was our day.

We measured him and started to prepare the trophy, when to us came
Mavrouki and a porter, quite out of breath, but able to tell us that
they had been scouting around and had seen two of the lions. Then,
instead of leaving one up a tree to watch, both had come pell-mell to
tell us all about it. We pointed this out to them, and called their
attention to the fact that the brush was wide, that lions are not
stationary objects, and that, unlike the leop