A FORTUNATE SHOT. 



For one moment the appalled lad believed he had failed, for the tiger gave no 

 evidence of being hurt. But, glancing through the thin wreath of smoke rising 

 from the muzzle of his gun, he saw the round hole made by the bullet. 



It was red and clean at first, without any blood, but the crimson fluid began 

 quickly to pour from the opening. 



The eyes glared with the same burning fierceness, and the outstretched claws 

 were still buried in the thick hide of the elephant, piercing the tender flesh beneath 

 and causing agonizing pain. 



" What can it mean ? " asked Dick ; " is it impossible to kill one of those brutes 

 vi'th a single bullet ? " 



WARM WORK. 



Just then he observed a convulsive shudder pass through the fore legs and front ; 

 beyond question the tiger was hit hard ; indeed, he was fatally wounded, but it dia 

 seem as if death itself could not loosen the grip of his needle-like claws. 



At that instant Dick saw that the tiger was sinking toward the earth, but his 

 grasp was not relaxed, and the elephant was going with him. 



Rendered wild by her suffering, the huge beast threw herself on the ground with 

 the intention of crushing her foe by rolling upon him. 



Dick made a bound from the howdah, which was smashed to splinters the next 

 moment under the weight of the elephant, whose trunk and beam-like legs were 

 pointed toward the sky and waddling in the air overhead. The tiger missed being 

 caught in the general wreck and ruin, but he was almost dead before the ground 

 was reached. 



