A GOOD SHOT. 33 



Mac's deadly heavy rifle was quickly brought up, 

 and, after a momentary steadying, growled forth its 

 anathema. Swimming as the beast was, with only 

 the head, line of back and the tail visible, it was a 

 good shot to strike it. But the aim was true. 

 Rearing half out of the wa^^r, he pawed at the air, 

 receiving from Norman also a well-planted bullet. 

 Turning round, he gave up his intention of forcing 

 the passage of the river, and again retreated to the 

 dense cover of the bushes at the end of the jungle. 



" Well done, Mac, old fellow, well shot ! " Norman 

 had shouted as the first bullet told ; "just stopped 

 him in time." 



"Same to you," was the reply, as Norman 

 followed suit, " that's another for his nob." 



" He got it severely there," said Norman, as he 

 joined his friend when the tiger disappeared. " 1 

 don't like allowing the men to go in again." 



" I don't think there will be any danger, if they'll 

 only stick together and shout from the end of the 

 patch, and be liberal with the crackers and flower- 

 pots. But let us hear what Rugonauth says. I 

 see Hawkes has gone round to the other side too." 



It was soon ascertained that the tiger was lying 

 about a dozen yards from a small tree, in which one 

 of the markers was standing, whitey-brown with 

 funk ; for although he had crept as high as the 



