The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber
It had started the night before when he had wakened and heard the lion roaring somewhere up along the river. (2.10)
"What range will it be?"
"Can't tell. Lion has something to say about that. Won't shoot unless it's close enough so you can make sure."
"At under a hundred yards?" Macomber asked.
Wilson looked at him quickly. (2.23-26)
"It's that damned roaring," she said. "It's been going on all night, you know."
"Why didn't you wake me, she said. I'd love to have heard it. (2.41-42)