22 THE MAN-EATERS OF TSAVO CHAP. 
man had indeed been carried off by a lion, as its 
“pug” marks were plainly visible in the sand, while 
the furrows made by the heels of the victim showed 
the direction in which he had been dragged away. 
Moreover, the emadar shared his tent with half a 
dozen other workmen, and one of his bedfellows 
had actually witnessed the occurrence. He graphic- 
ally described how, at about midnight, the lion 
suddenly put its head in at the open tent’ door and 
seized Ungan Singh—who happened to be nearest 
the opening —by the throat. The unfortunate 
fellow cried out ‘‘ Choro” (“Let go”), and threw 
his arms up round the lion’s neck. The next 
moment he was gone, and his panic-stricken com- 
panions lay helpless, forced to listen to the terrible 
struggle which took place outside. Poor Ungan 
Singh must have died hard ; but what chance had 
he? As a coolie gravely remarked, ‘‘ Was he not 
fighting with a lion?” 
On hearing this dreadful story I at once set out 
to try to track the animal, and was accompanied by 
Captain Haslem, who happened to be staying at 
Tsavo at the time, and who, poor fellow, himself 
met with a tragic fate very shortly afterwards. We 
found it an easy matter to follow the route taken by 
_ the lion, as he appeared to have stopped several 
times before beginning his meal. Pools of blood 
marked these halting-places, where he doubtless 
