The black-mane resumed his retreat and we got in a couple more ineffectual shots before the three lions disappeared over the brow of the ravine.
[Drawing: _At Two Hundred and Fifty Yards_] Once more in the carriage and another wild gallop as far as the vehicle would go.

For a few moments we lost sight of the lions, but presently we saw them climbing up the opposite slope, four hundred yards away.

It was a long distance to shoot, but we hoped to bring them to bay at least by wounding them into a fighting mood.

The large lion turned and swung along the brow of the hill; the others disappeared over the opposite side, but they soon reappeared some distance farther to the right.
Little spurts of dirt showed where our bullets were striking.

Once I kicked up the ground just under him and once a shot from Stephenson passed so close to his nose that he ducked his head angrily.
We became frantic with eagerness and continued disappointment.