Three times he repeated the observation, each time raising his voice higher, before Bathurst heard him.
"The sooner it comes the better," Bathurst said, between his teeth.

"I would rather face a hundred tigers than this infernal din." A quarter of an hour passed, and the Doctor, rifle in hand, was watching the bushes in front when he saw a slight movement among the leaves on his right, the side on which Bathurst was stationed.
"That's him, Bathurst; he has headed back; he caught sight of either your elephant or mine; he will make a bolt in another minute now unless he turns back on the beaters." A minute later there was a gleam of tawny yellow among the long grass, and quick as thought the Doctor fired.

With a sharp snarl the tiger leaped out, and with two short bounds sprang onto the head of the elephant ridden by Bathurst.

The mahout gave a cry of pain, for the talons of one of the forepaws were fixed in his leg.

Bathurst leaned forward and thrust the spear he held deep into the animal's neck.