The mules were doing splendidly, and we knew that we should soon be within good shooting distance.

At two hundred and fifty yards the largest of the two males, a great, black-maned lion, stopped and turned toward us.

His two companions continued moving away toward the ravine.
Thinking it a good moment to strike, we leaped from the carriage and knelt to fire.

Stephenson shot at the big black-mane and I at the male that was retreating.

Both shots missed.