"There, I can hear him now."
"Listen! Silence, all of you!"
Shush, shush; shush, shush.
From over there! No, from there! Where the devil is he?
* * * * *
And this sort of thing went on the whole night through. Quiet for a
while. Fires die down. Shush, shush; shush, shush. Hurried collection of
wood. Fires blaze up. Silence. The shush, shush just beyond the limit
of light. "There, he is, baas!" "Where?" "There!" and so on.
Then dawn. How slowly it came! Intense desire to murder that lion or
lions. A little lighter now.