But, as was natural, they now began to consider the feasibility of bagging larger game.
Even as they were discussing this an elephant was heard trumpeting in the distance, and at that moment Frank caught sight of some tracks in the soft soil.
“A lion has been this way!” he declared. “We could not find greater sport than that.”
“Bejabers, I’m wid yez!” cried Barney.
“Huh! Don’t be so brave!” sniffed Pomp. “Did yo’ ever the baste!”
“Bejabers, no! But me ancisters hunted the Irish elk,” retorted Barney. “Don’t yez be so smart to think ye’re in yez own counthry.”
But Frank had already taken the lion’s trail.
For some distance it could be plainly followed. Then Frank shrewdly guessed the truth.
“The animal was going for water,” he declared. “If we hide somewhere hereabouts he will pass this way again.”
They had come out upon the verge of a wide, grassy plain.