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HERE HE IS 



within eight feet of the boy ; as soon as he was clear of the 

 tree I let drive and distinctly heard the ball strike ; the beast 

 uttering two or three savage growls, bounded into a strip 

 of shola, throwing up a cloud of dust as he entered. I 

 pitched into Francis and the gun boy for not sticking to 



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 " HE STOPPED TO LOOK AT ME!" 



me, especially Francis who ought to have behaved better. 

 We cautiously peered into the shola and found some dirty 

 muddy looking stuff on the grass and leaves ; very little of 

 it but the stench was awful, no doubt it came from his 

 intestines. I then crossed the stream and looked into the 

 shola with the glasses, but it was impossible to see far into it ; 

 at one time a bunch of dead leaves and fern just outside made 

 my heart beat, it looked so like the tiger lying dead. The 

 strip of shola he first entered was so steep we could hardly get 

 down it ; the tiger in his headlong rush had carried everything 



