ters being thus arranged, Moto promised to be very good, and look
after the boys, and see that they got into no mischief during the
absence of Simba and Kalulu, upon which Simba thanked him, and bade him
surely expect something within an hour.

Kalulu held three arrows in his left hand, and his bow in his right, and
descending a deep ravine which opened shortly into a mountain valley of
exquisite beauty, he was gratified to observe a solitary eland lying
under a tree, with a splendid pendulous dew-lap, moving about as it
erected its head to chew the cud and to enjoy in that solitude the sweet
repast of grass it had lately eaten. Simba stood hid behind a tall
tree, while Kalulu, master of the art he was now practising, began to
move through the grass towards it with the ease of a snake. For a
moment the young chief debated within himself when to send his arrow,
but finally arrived at a conclusion; for he drew his bow, and drove an
arrow behind the fore-shoulder, which, penetrating through, pierced the
heart, and after one or two spasmodic bounds into the air, the eland
stretched himself on the ground, dying.

Kalulu turned round to beckon to his companion, when he saw with
surprise that Simba had broken his spear short, and, after stripping
himself, had rolled his loin-cloth around his left hand, and raising his
shortened spear, had put himself into an attitude of defence against
something.

He at once bounded forward to assist his friend, when at the first step
he took he saw a leopard spring upon Simba with a terrific cry.
Uttering a cry of horror--but nothing daunted by the ferocity of the
animal--he placed a barbed arrow on the string of his bow, and came up
close to the combatants just as he witnessed Simba thrusting his left
hand into the leopard's mouth, and driving his spear repeatedly into his
side. The animal's claws were buried in the left hip and knees of
Simba, which he was viciously tearing; but his jaws were rendered
useless by thick folds of cloth which Simba had thrust into his mouth at
the first onset of the brute. It was well that Simba was such a
powerful man, else the shock of the onset would have knocked him down,
when it would have become doubtful work to save his throat from the
gleaming fangs.

Kalulu stayed only to take in these observations, and then stepped
deliberately nearer, and drove an arrow through him; and without waiting
to watch the results, drove another, and still another, w