"Huh!" grunted Burt. "Fine chance of that. It stumped Cap'n Mac to do it."
"Come on now, get down to business," said Critch, straightening up. "First, we got to figure on how many logs we'll need. I should think we might rig up something right here inside the ivory zareba, but I don't see quite how. We can't very well fix a trap out in the forest, because Pongo ain't liable to be hungry right away. It's queer that he didn't bring the old chief here like he brought Cap'n Mac. Mebbe he uses this more as sleeping quarters, and prefers to take his meals out in the open air."
CHAPTER XVI
BURT LEFT ALONE
"Critch," said Burt suddenly, "that was a blamed good idea while it lasted. But it hasn't lasted. We can't do it."
"Sure we can!" returned Critch hopefully. "Why not?"
"It'd take us a year to build a deadfall like that."
"We don't need to! Ain't Pongo blind? All we have to do is rig up a figure-four trap out o' logs."
"That'd be a nice easy job, wouldn't it!" retorted Burt. "He may be blind but he ain't foolish. No, sir, it won't work. We just got to kill that lion though. If we don't, Mbopo'll know we've been runnin' a bluff on him."
"What you goin' to do?" said Critch irritably. "Sit here and let him come?"