“KILLING A MAN-EATER” 171 
to the tiger. After crossing a small stream, his 
track led toward a rocky hill less than two miles 
distant, coming suddenly into a clearing with tall 
grass. 
I shouted to the men to spread out, keep quiet, 
and move slowly within a few feet of each other. 
As the grass was still heavy with dew, we could see 
where the tiger had passed through to the right into 
the thicker jungle. We had perhaps traveled about 
one hour, the tracks becoming difficult to follow on 
account of heavy undergrowth, when we were 
startled by the screaming and chattering of mon- 
keys. We knew then the tiger was not far ahead, 
and at the same time the elephant that the Tungku 
was on, spreading his ears and raising his trunk, 
uttered a shrill, brassy trumpet, expressing his fear. 
I called to the Tungku to take the elephant back, 
as he would be worse than useless. He was quickly 
turned about and driven behind, the Tungku com- 
ing up with me, the two headmen joining the men 
on foot. The elephant I was on showed no sign 
of uneasiness; the mahout or driver spoke sharply 
to him, calling back to me that he could handle him 
as that was not the first time he had been used in 
smelling tiger. Still I was loath to risk firing a 
gun from his back. 
We followed the trail of the chattering monkeys, 
when suddenly they ceased, as we came to a very 
heavy patch with thick undergrowth, excellent 
cover for the tiger, into which he had evidently 
