Collecting the cattle again, they drove them up to the camp fires and kept a strict watch for the remainder of the night.
At daylight they went back to the scene of the killing, and found that the lions had returned to the carcasses and made a heavy meal off two of them, the third was half eaten, the fourth untouched.
This was indeed a disaster; we simply couldn't spare these four oxen.
"Where are the cattle now?"
"At the water holes with the other boys."
"What did you tell the other boys to do?"
"Let the cattle graze until sundown, then water them and bring them along."
"Good. Now let's get busy."
During this conversation I had got out from under the waggon and was now listening.
"What are you going to do?" I asked.