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I immediately had a good look round for Brock, 
but could see no sign of him, so, in case the ‘‘ many ” 
lions should get away in the meantime, I told the 
Masai to lead the way, and off we started. 
As usual, the bali kidogo proved a good distance 
—over two miles in this case. Indeed, I began to 
get impatient at the long tramp, and called out to 
the Masai to know where his lions were; but he 
vouchsafed me no answer and continued to walk 
steadily on, casting keen glances ahead. After a 
little I again asked, ‘‘ Where are the lions?” This 
time he extended his spear in a most dramatic 
manner, and pointing to a clump of trees just ahead, 
exclaimed: ‘‘ Look, Master; there are the lions.” 
I looked, and at once caught sight of a lioness 
trotting off behind the bushes. I also saw some 
suspicious-looking thing at the foot of one of the big 
trees, but came to the conclusion that it was only 
a growth of some kind projecting from the trunk. 
I was soon to be undeceived, however, for as I 
started to run towards the trees in order to cut off 
the fast disappearing lioness from a stretch of rushes 
for which she was making, a low and sinister growl 
made me look closer at the object which had first 
aroused my suspicions. To my surprise and delight 
I saw that it was the head of a huge black-maned 
lion peering out from behind the trunk of the tree, 
which completely hid his body. I pulled up short 
