“Look,” whispered Bob. “There are two hyenas. They’re going to risk eating, I guess.”
The jackals and hyenas formed a circle about the carcass and began to tear away at the flesh. Near as they were to the boma, they could easily have been shot by the hunters.
“If the lion doesn’t hurry there won’t be anything left for him,” whispered Bob.
“Maybe he’s forgotten all about coming,” suggested Joe, who was filming the scene.
Mr. Holton shook his head.
“He’ll be here,” the naturalist said. “Just taking his time, that’s all.”
As the minutes wore on, the waiting hunters were becoming more impatient. They twisted about uneasily, hoping that before long something would happen. Then it did.
“Listen!” hissed Mr. Holton. “Something’s coming this way. Hear it?”
“What is it?” inquired Joe.