258 THE MAN-EATERS OF TSAVO CHAP, 
the top of the rise, the rhino winded my companion 
and at once changed its direction and made for him. 
Brock lost no time in putting on his best pace in 
an endeavour to reach the shelter of a tree which 
stood some distance off, while I sat down and 
watched the exciting race. I thought it would be 
a pretty close thing, but felt confident that Brock, 
who was very active, would manage to pull it off. 
When he got about half-way to the tree, however, 
he turned to see how far his pursuer was behind, and 
in doing so put his foot in a hole in the ground, and to 
my horror fell head over heels, his rifle flying from 
his grasp. I expected the great brute to be on him 
in a moment, but to my intense relief the old rhino 
stopped dead when he saw the catastrophe which 
had taken place, and then, failing (I suppose) to under- 
stand it, suddenly made off in the opposite direction 
as hard as he could go. Inthe meantime Brock had 
got to his feet again, and raced for dear life to the 
tree without ever looking round. It was a most 
comical sight, and I sat on the rise and for the 
second time that day laughed till my sides ached. 
After this we returned to the scene of my morn- 
ing’s adventure, where we found that the invaluable 
Mahina had finished skinning the two lions. We 
accordingly made our way back to camp with our 
trophies, all of us, with perhaps the exception of 
Roshan Khan, well satisfied with the day’s outing. 
