CHAPTER VI 



THE REIGN OF TERROR 



THE lions seemed to have got a 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 safari (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- 



