When Helen reached him Bo was already there and they were gazing down at a wide, flattened space in the grass.

Even Helen's inexperienced eyes could make out evidences of a struggle.

Tufts of gray-white hair lay upon the crushed grass.

Helen did not need to see any more, but Dale silently pointed to a patch of blood.

Then he spoke: "The lion brought the deer down here an' killed him.