CHAPERR. VI 
THE REIGN OF TERROR 
Tue lions seemed to have gota bad fright the night 
Brock and I sat up in wait for them in the goods- 
wagon, for they kept away from Tsavo and did not 
molest us in any way for some considerable time— 
not, in fact, until long after Brock had left me and 
gone on safar? (a caravan journey) to Uganda. In 
this breathing space which they vouchsafed us, it 
occurred to me that should they renew their attacks, 
a trap would perhaps offer the best chance of getting 
at them, and that if I could construct one in which 
a couple of coolies might be used as bait without 
being subjected to any danger, the lions would be 
quite daring enough to enter it in search of them 
and thus be caught. I accordingly set to work at 
once, and in a short time managed to make a 
sufficiently strong trap out of wooden sleepers, 
tram-rails, pieces of telegraph wire, and a length of 
heavy chain. It was divided into two compart- 
