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than one visit to the pool during the enjoyment of his 

 meal. What a funny old fellow was that Koli shikari with 

 whom I had had a talk that day ; and how solemnly he had 

 given me a quite unnecessary warning * not to sleep on any 

 account !' 



" A thousand memories and fancies chased each other 

 through my mind, as they will do on such occasions, and 

 meanwhile a languor stole over the corporeal portion of 

 me while my brain continued alert and unceasingly active. 

 The end of it was that after starting violently once or 

 twice from this borderland of dreams, I found myself 

 admitting that after all a nap till moonrise would do no 



harm, and I fell asleep. 



***** 



" You know that way one has, when the mind is prepared 

 and expectant, of passing from sound sleep to absolute 

 wakefulness clear, sharp, wide-awakefulness ? Well, 

 in response to the light but firm pressure of a hand on my 

 arm I was instantly awake ! 



In a flash, with dismay, I noted that the moon was not only 

 up but floated in a serene and cloudless sky, flooding the pool 

 below me in pale clear light, while at my side a figure sat and 

 pointed with a strangely bloated and swollen, bandaged arm 

 at a dark mass that broke the silvered surface of the water 

 below ! They say the 'ruling passion is strong in death.' At 

 any rate, acting on my first impulse (the whole scene, though 

 lasting but a second, is indelibly imprinted on my memory), 

 I raised the rifle that lay in my lap, and, getting the white 

 card night-sight on the tiger's shoulder, fired. 



"The brute rolled over on the sand, plunging, grunting, 

 and struggling ; and as it did so there came two light pats 

 of an approving hand .on rny back, a deep drawn sigh, and 

 the still air was filled with the most appalling odour, which 



