After a pursuit of a couple of miles it was cornered in a small patch of reeds.

Further retreat was impossible and it knew that it had to fight.
The moving-picture machine was set up on one side and I was detailed to guard that side.

If the lion came out it was to be allowed to charge a certain distance, within forty feet, before I was to fire.

If it didn't charge at us, but attempted to escape, it was to be allowed to run across the strip of open ground in front of the camera before I was to shoot.
Stephenson took his place on the other bank, twenty-five or thirty yards from the edge of the reeds.

Then the beaters were told to advance, and they moved forward, throwing rocks and sticks into the reeds ahead of them.