Mr. Lewis and Mr. Holton came running out, followed by Noko and several others. They looked inquiringly at Bob.
“What happened?” asked Joe, who had also been aroused.
“Nothing much,” laughed Bob. “I shot a hyena, that was all. It was going after those lion skins.”
“Hmm. Good work, Son.” Mr. Holton stooped over to examine the body of the hyena.
“Thought you were asleep, you rascal,” chuckled Mr. Lewis.
“Somehow I couldn’t keep from thinking about shooting those lions,” said Bob. “I had a notion to get up and walk around a little, but finally decided to stay where I was. Then I heard the hyena.”
The youths and their fathers again retired, after the latter had instructed the guard to keep a close watch for any other night marauders.
But nothing further disturbed the peace, and they awoke the next morning ready for anything the day might bring.
Breakfast over, the safari again took up its long journey.
As the explorers penetrated deeper into the African wilds they saw new and marvelous sights: strange rocky formations; tall, flowering trees; unusual animals. It seemed to Bob and Joe that every minute was a bit more exciting than the one preceding it. One day they left a long stretch of jungle behind and found themselves on a wide level plain.