"I do not want to cry—only my eyes perspire—oh!"
The last ejaculation burst from her lips because at that moment from the direction of the forest thundered a second roar even stronger than the first for it was nearer. The horses began to push upon the zareba and were it not for the long and hard-as-steel thorns of the acacia branches, they would have demolished it. Saba growled and at the same time trembled like a leaf, while Kali began to repeat with a broken voice:
"Master, two! two! two!"
And the lions, aware of each other's presence, did not cease roaring, and the horrible concert continued in the darkness incessantly, for when one beast became silent the other began again. Stas soon could not distinguish from where the sounds came, as the echoes repeated them in the ravine; rock sent them back to rock, they ascended and descended, filling the forest and the jungle, and the entire darkness with thunder and fear.
To the boy one thing seemed certain, and that was that they approached nearer and nearer. Kali perceived likewise that the lions ran about the encampment making a smaller circle each moment, and that, prevented from making an attack only by the glare of the flames, they were expressing their dissatisfaction and fear by their roar.
Evidently, however, he thought that danger threatened only the horses, as, spreading his fingers, he said:
"The lions will kill one, two, not all! not all!"
"Throw wood into the fire," repeated Stas.
A livelier flame burst forth; the roars suddenly ceased. But Kali, raising his head and gazing upwards, began to listen.
"What is it?" Stas asked.
"Rain," replied the negro.
