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remained very glum all the rest of the time at break- 

 fast, when suddenly a row was heard outside. Pat 

 recognised his horsekeeper's voice, flew out of the 

 door, and in a moment returned shouting, " Sure, 

 Captain, they arn't niggers at all, but just a fine brace 

 of sea-cows I've bagged, for they're being brought in 

 slung on poles." Need I say that Pat had killed a 

 couple of tame buffaloes as they were swimming in 

 the tank with their noses just above water, and he 

 only got out of his mess by the prompt payment of 

 some forty rupees, and a good "wigging" from the 

 commanding officer of the station. 



After B 's story, which was deservedly much 



applauded, whilst we were discussing brandy-panee 

 and cheroots, and talking over the events of the day, 



B and K had a lively discussion regarding 



the relative size and strength of the lion and the 

 tiger, and, as I had had some experience with both, 

 the question was referred to me. I gave it as my 

 opinion that the tiger was the larger and more pow- 

 erful of the two, but that the lion, generally speaking, 

 showed the most pluck. 



" That is just what I have been contending, Hal," 



exclaimed B ; " but give us a Cape yarn to pass 



away the time, and afterwards we will have a song 

 or two, and turn in, so as to be up betimes in the 

 morning." 



" All right," I replied, wetting my whistle, " I'll 



