Suddenly he sat up with a start, straining his eyes to make out the jungle more easily. What was that he had heard? It sounded like stealthily moving feet.
“Maybe there’s another lion prowling around,” the youth thought, picking up his rifle.
CHAPTER XXII
A Pitiful Sight
WITH the passing moments, the padding noise grew louder. Bob raised his rifle to fire. If any wild beast was intent upon charging camp, he would be ready to give it a royal welcome, the youth thought.
Then he caught sight of what resembled two luminous beads. They were slowly moving closer to the camp.
As Bob watched, he saw that a huge hyena was making its way toward the two lion skins. The beast probably intended to grab the trophies in its powerful jaws and flee.
“Here goes,” Bob murmured, and taking careful aim at the hyena he fired.
At once the brute stiffened out and then lay still. The bullet had done its work well, entering the brain.