But a pile of bowlders near afforded a good hiding place as well as a rampart. Here they waited.
Frank knew enough about lions to know that this was the safest way to hunt them.
The hunters had not to wait long.
Suddenly a sound came from the forest which almost made the ground tremble. It gave our hunters a mighty start.
It was the roar of a lion. The king of beasts was near.
“Sh!” exclaimed Frank, in a whisper. “Don’t let him see you!”
The next moment the monster came in sight.
And he was a monster. A larger specimen our friends had never seen. He stood just in the verge of the woods.
For a moment he sniffed the air as if he scented his foes. Then he came slowly along the path.
It was evident that he was going down to the river for water.