Part 36 (1/2)

CHAPTER x.x.xV.

BILDAD DRINKS NEW LIFE.

The stricken man had no time to utter another cry. The lion--for such it proved to be--paused a moment, with uplifted head, snarling angrily. The torch had been flung back a yard or more toward the water, and was spluttering on the damp sand.

Guy's companions were helpless with fear and dread. Forbes alone had self-possession enough to remember that he had a revolver. It was not loaded, and he trembled so much that he could scarcely draw the sh.e.l.ls from his pocket.

”Hurry! Hurry!” whispered the colonel. ”The brute may tear him apart any moment.”

Meanwhile Guy lay white and motionless in the grasp of the lion. Not a muscle quivered, and his eyes were closed.

Suddenly, as Forbes was nervously ramming the sh.e.l.ls into the revolver, the beast turned on his prey with a vicious growl and seized Guy's arm loosely in his mighty jaws. In another instant Chutney would have been dragged off, but help was to come from an unlooked-for source.

With a single bound Bildad sprang out upon the sand, brandis.h.i.+ng a huge spear that Canaris had brought with him from the lake.

Another leap carried him within a yard or two of the lion, and the amazed spectators had a brief vision of the enraged beast quivering for a spring at the audacious African.

Then the spear flashed in the torchlight, and as Bildad sprang to one side, the lion, with a mighty roar, toppled over on the sand--dead. The spear had pierced his heart.

For an instant no one realized what had happened. The lion in his fall had cleared his victim entirely, and before any one thought of moving forward Guy pulled himself to his feet and staggered feebly toward the raft. Melton ran forward just in time to catch him in his arms.

”Thank G.o.d,” he exclaimed fervently. ”You are not hurt, Chutney?”

”No, I think not,” was Guy's response; ”only stunned and bruised a little. It was a close call.”

”Close! I should say it was. It's the first time I ever saw a lion killed in that way. Bildad saved your life, for Melton could never have killed the brute with that toy he has there.”

A strange sound suddenly diverted their attention to Bildad.

The savage was ripping open the dead lion's throat with a spear, and throwing himself on his knees, he lapped up greedily the red blood as it flowed from the wound.

It was a horrible and fascinating sight. He drank long and deeply, and when at length he rose from his savage feast the ferocity of the lion seemed actually to have flowed into his own veins, so horrible and demon-like was the expression on his dusky face.

Shaking the blood-stained spear, he shouted two or three times in a frenzied manner, and then tottering to the raft, flung himself among the rugs.

”We are saved,” cried Forbes with sudden inspiration. ”There lies meat in plenty.”

Melton's words caused a speedy revulsion of feeling. The colonel shouted for very joy, and Canaris sprang toward the dead lion with drawn knife.

”Cut off as much of the meat as you can,” said Guy. ”Here, give me my saber. Let me help.”

He turned to reach it, but a sudden weakness came over him, and he was compelled to lie down on the rugs. The colonel, in deep alarm, made a hasty examination to see if he had sustained any injury, but with the exception of a severe bruising and a slight laceration of the left arm, caused by the lion's teeth, he appeared to be all right.

Melton and Canaris were just on the point of cutting into the dead lion with their sabers, the only weapons that remained to them, when a fierce roar echoed through the cavern, repeated two or three times in rapid succession, and in the gloom they could see a pair of s.h.i.+ning eyes.

”Run for the raft,” cried the Greek; and, as they reached the sh.o.r.e, a superb lioness bounded forward and stood by the body of her mate.

”See!” cried the colonel, pointing a trembling finger. ”Two more lions coming out of the cavern. Push the raft into the water at once or we shall be devoured.”