Then another screech, nearer than the first, almost made the blood curdle in their veins.
"I'm afraid it is though," Bob said slowly.
"What'll we do? They're dangerous, aren't they?"
"I reckon so."
"How about a tree?"
"No good. They live in trees."
Another time the shriek sounded and now they were certain that the lion, if it was a lion, was following them and could not be more than a few yards off.
"It's a case of the hunters being hunted," Jack declared.
"And we'll have to stand our ground and trust to our revolvers. Maybe he won't attack us," Bob advised.
The big cat did not yell again and they were beginning to hope that it had passed them by after all, when Bob saw a thick clump of bushes, about thirty feet from where they stood, move and a pair of yellow eyes peered out at them. He nudged Jack and pointed.