Braced up with this comforting solace, his momentary timidity and irresolution passed away, and he felt once more cheerful. Moses and Aaron had faith. So had the other explorers, both in Africa and on the frightful waterless deserts of Australia, and many of these daring, purposeful heroes had endured all and returned to tell the tale. With manly pride he crushed out all recollections of those who had never returned, and dwelt only on the lives of those who had come back. "Nothing venture, nothing win. If I bring down that nearest lion with the first shot, I'll take that as a sign that we will be successful." The beast in question was squatting at that moment on its haunches, like a great dog, with its face full towards him, and its phosphorescent eyes shining like lamps. It was less than thirty yards away, and seemed to be glaring full at him. Doubtless it was waiting and hoping that the dreaded camp-fire would presently burn out, so that it might get one of those tempting figures which were stretched round it. About a dozen of its companions were sitting or moving about, inspired by the same idea that now engrossed its leonine fancy. It was a splendid target, for it sat as motionless as if it had been one of the boulders that were scattered round. Ned smiled broadly as he brought his twelve-bore double Metford rifle to his shoulder, and took a careful aim at the dark space between those glowing lamps. It seemed trying for a sign with a pretty certain conclusion. Yet if he chanced to miss, then, indeed, he might well take this as a bad omen. With a report that startled the sleepers, the rifle exploded, and made them all leap to their feet. But before the sound came, Ned had the satisfaction of beholding the lion bound into the air and roll over on its side, with those green lamps extinguished for ever. "What's up now, Ned?" cried Clarence and Fred, rubbing their eyes. "Only a bit of an experiment I was trying," answered Ned, laughing, as he watched the other prowlers scurrying off with their tails between their legs like frightened curs. "That old fellow was sitting a little bit too near my rifle for his health." "Was that your experiment?" asked the boys, as they looked sulkily at the dead lion. "You needn't have woke the whole camp for that easy practice." "I wanted to see if I could possibly miss him, for I had made it the condition whether we should go on or turn back." "As if any one could miss such a mark! Your ordeal of signs is like what the testing of witches used to be--pretty safe to turn out as you wished it." "I might have missed, you know; aiming in the moonlight has always some degree of uncertainty about it," said Ned, modestly. "Some few of the reputed witches must also have escaped drowning, but precious few did so, I have read," answered Clarence, sarcastically. "Then, I suppose, since you must have blown the brains out of that carcase, the sign is, `Go on and--risk it'?"