Soon some little jackals came and were shooed away.

Then more hyenas came, were given their conge, and hurried off to the tall grass.
And yet no lion.

It was quite disappointing.
At midnight, far off to the north, came the grunting voice of a lion.

I waited eagerly for the next sound which would indicate whether the lure of the bait was beckoning him on.

And soon the sound came, this time much nearer, and after a long silence there was a sharp, snarling grunt of a lion, followed by the panic-stricken rush of a hundred heavy hoofs.
The conjunction of sounds told the story as definitely as if the whole scene lay bared to view.