Hal and Roger Hunt have been sent on a terrifying mission -- they must save the population of Mtito Andei from a man-eating lion. But the 'King of the Beasts' isn't the only thing trying to kill the boys... Have the brothers bitten off more than they can chew this time?
played on an organ. ‘I’ll show you another catty thing a lion does,’ Hal said. ‘Give me that bottle of after-shave lotion.’ ‘You’re not going to shave Flop.’ ‘Never fear.’ He took out his handkerchief and sprinkled some drops of lotion on it. He put the perfumed handkerchief on the ground under Flop’s nose. Flop flipped. The fragrance sent him into a complete tailspin. He rolled on the handkerchief, sniffing, moaning, and gurgling. He seemed to be chuckling with delight. He rubbed his cheeks
to look in all directions at once and punish every impertinent nose. In a few minutes the pack would be inside the boma. The boys were saved by the very sort of animal they had come to hunt. A deep roar made Roger turn his light outside the boma. There was a huge lion, who had heard the hyenas scream, and had come to investigate. The hyenas had a sudden change of mind. They left the boma and ran yelping into the underbrush. The lion approached the boma. Hal levelled his gun. ‘Keep the light on
the balloon fifty feet out from the cliff. Then it was thrown in again at such speed that collision with the cliff would surely break the bag or the remaining basket ropes. It did not quite reach the cliff. A sudden up-blast carried it aloft, up and over the edge of the precipice, out of the diabolical Great Rift, and away at breakneck speed towards the west. Chapter 16 Cyclone The black cloud had spread to swallow the whole sky. How different from the rosy world of half an hour ago.
chunk. A brilliant prospect, Roger thought. To die quickly was not so bad, but to die by inches and by hours of pain and starvation, that was something else. And there was his brother’s life to think of as well as his own. One thing that made Roger unwilling to spend hours or days in the croc’s company was the creature’s breath. This beast had a bad case of halitosis. The birds that go into a croc’s open mouth as he lies asleep on the sand and pick the rotten meat out from between his teeth had
surround a man-eater where it lay in the brush. Each man was armed with several tin pans. A passage was left open for the lion to escape. There the colonel posted himself so that he could pot the lion when it came out of the brush. ‘When he was all ready the men beat their tin pans together and the frightened lion came running through the brush. The colonel pulled the trigger but the gun only clicked. A misfire. Before he could use the other barrel the lion got away.’ ‘The colonel didn’t get