He must have made a sound in unlacing the flap.
'What is it?' came Archie's quiet voice.
'I heard something.'
'Lion?'
'Leopard, I thought.'
Archie was beside him.
'Thank you,' he said, and took the gun. Dick had already laid the cartridge bag on the ground.
Together they interrogated the sleepers by the fire. Archie—'damnably thorough,' thought Dick—searched for spoor with a hurricane lamp.
'I must have imagined it,' said Dick, when they had regained the tent.
'Looks like it,' replied Archie dryly. Then 'Wake me next time you want my gun,' he said.