Long Odds | Page 9

but I was going; and being a plucky fellow, a Swazi by birth, he
shrugged his shoulders, muttered that I was mad or bewitched, and
followed doggedly in my tracks.
"We soon reached the kloof, which was about three hundred yards in
length and but sparsely wooded, and then the real fun began. There
might be a lion behind every bush--there certainly were four lions
somewhere; the delicate question was, where. I peeped and poked and
looked in every possible direction, with my heart in my mouth, and was
at last rewarded by catching a glimpse of something yellow moving
behind a bush. At the same moment, from another bush opposite me
out burst one of the cubs and galloped back towards the burnt pan. I
whipped round and let drive a snap shot that tipped him head over heels,
breaking his back within two inches of the root of the tail, and there he
lay helpless but glaring. Tom afterwards killed him with his assegai. I
opened the breech of the gun and hurriedly pulled out the old case,
which, to judge from what ensued, must, I suppose, have burst and left
a portion of its fabric sticking to the barrel. At any rate, when I tried to,
get in the new cartridge it would only enter half-way; and--would you
believe it?--this was the moment that the lioness, attracted no doubt by
the outcry of her cub, chose to put in an appearance. There she stood,

twenty paces or so from me, lashing her tail and looking just as wicked
as it is possible to conceive. Slowly I stepped backwards, trying to push
in the new case, and as I did so she moved on in little runs, dropping
down after each run. The danger was imminent, and the case would not
go in. At the moment I oddly enough thought of the cartridge maker,
whose name I will not mention, and earnestly hoped that if the lion got
me some condign punishment would overtake _him._ It would not go
in, so I tried to pull it out. It would not come out either, and my gun
was useless if I could not shut it to use the other barrel. I might as well
have had no gun.
"Meanwhile I was walking backward, keeping my eye on the lioness,
who was creeping forward on her belly without a sound, but lashing her
tail and keeping her eye on me; and in it I saw that she was coming in a
few seconds more. I dashed my wrist and the palm of my hand against
the brass rim of the cartridge till the blood poured from them--look,
there are the scars of it to this day!"
Here Quatermain held up his right hand to the light and showed us four
or five white cicatrices just where the wrist is set into the hand.
"But it was not of the slightest use," he went on, "the cartridge would
not move. I only hope that no other man will ever be put in such an
awful position. The lioness gathered herself together, and I gave myself
up for lost, when suddenly Tom shouted out from somewhere in my
rear--
"'You are walking on to the wounded cub; turn to the right.'
"I had the sense, dazed as I was, to take the hint, and slewing round at
right-angles, but still keeping my eyes on the lioness, I continued my
backward walk.
"To my intense relief, with a low growl she straightened herself, turned,
and bounded further up the kloof.
"'Come on, Macumazahn,' said Tom, 'let's get back to the waggon.'
"'All right, Tom,' I answered. 'I will when I have killed those three
other lions,' for by this time I was bent on shooting them as I never
remember being bent on anything before or since. 'You can go if you
like, or you can get up a tree.'
"He considered the position a little, and then he very wisely got up a
tree. I wish that I had done the same.
"Meanwhile I had found my knife, which had an extractor in it, and

succeeded after some difficulty in pulling out the cartridge which had
so nearly been the cause of my death, and removing the obstruction in
the barrel. It was very little thicker than a postage-stamp; certainly not
thicker than a piece of writing-paper. This done, I loaded the gun,
bound a handkerchief round my wrist and hand to staunch the flowing
of the blood, and started on again.
"I had noticed that the lioness went into a thick green bush, or rather
cluster of bushes, growing near the water, about fifty yards higher up,
for there was a little stream running down the kloof, and I walked
towards this bush.