326 FIND THE TIGER. 



grass was about eighteen inches high, quite dry, and almost white, as 

 it had seeded and withered. Tlie bent blades, upon wliich the moonlight 

 glinted brightly, showed a glistening path where the tiger had passed. 

 Wlien we had got to about the spot where I supposed the tiger to be, one 

 tracker pointed silently to a dark object lying where the silvery path ended 

 abruptly, and beyond which the grass stood undisturbed. "It looks lilce a 

 log," whispered one. "A log with stripes and a tail, then," said the quicker- 

 sighted Murga. It was the tiger, quite dead. 



