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the only one they had, so they said. There was 

 nothing I could do for them after I had seen them 

 (un) comfort ably settled, and they did not want 

 brandy or anything I could give them, so I went 

 down to finish my night in the cart. 



In the morning Jiwan and the sepoy were both 

 terribly stiff and in great pain, though the cook was 

 much the worse of the two : he said I could do him 

 no good, the kotwal would look after them, and 

 they would sooner be left to lie still and follow me 

 when they were able if I would send a cart back for 

 them, so I took the guard and my small boy and 

 went on the last few miles to the bungalow. On 

 the way I saw a tiger sitting lazily out in the open 

 a wide grassy glade several hundred yards away 

 sunning himself. He had not seen us and I let 

 the driver go on a short distance to where we were 

 hidden from him, meaning to stop and run up the 

 hill above him to try and get a shot, but two of the 

 men behind me had seen him too, and stood looking 

 and pointing at him from where he could see them, 

 so the tiger got up slowly, looked at them for some 

 little time and then sauntered away through the 

 grass and was finally lost to sight among the trees. 

 I suppose that was the same tiger that eluded me 

 in the early dawn; I often tried for him again but 

 never got him. 



I rather wondered how I was to live after poor 

 Jiwan's accident; the boy knew nothing about 

 cooking. I thought perhaps I could boil an egg (if 

 I could get one), or porridge, or a potato, though 

 the only time I had ever tried to cook a potato the 



