CHAPTER XXII. 



Still on the Trail The Man-killer traced Difficulty to make 

 him show Bold Tactics rewarded Roopur's Address 

 Heavy Joke Effects of a Jungle Life. 



BEFORE the earliest jungle-cock saluted the first 

 faint streak of dawn, and the feathered race woke 

 to recognise the advent of another day, the men 

 had risen from their recumbent posture, and were 

 now squatted on their hams. Still, however, they 

 retained their cumbleys well wrapped about them, 

 for the first fresh hour before sunrise strikes chill to 

 the native frame, even in the hot season. Again, 

 the hubble-bubble made its refreshing rounds, and 

 Roopur girded about his waistcloth a belt and 

 pouches containing ammunition for his cherished 

 matchlock. 



Soon after dawn they were on the move, and 

 approaching the entrance to the ravine where the 

 trail had been left on the preceding evening. Here 

 they waited a brief space, till there should be suffi- 

 cient daylight to enable them to ascertain if any 



