The brute evidently had not detected our presence, for he came right towards us.

We halted the Begaum, and, with our fingers on the triggers, awaited the favorable moment.

He was a hundred yards from us when he struck down his victim; he was not more than fifty when he caught sight of us.

He stopped for an instant in surprise.

Charley muttered, 'Both barrels, Harley,' and as the beast turned to plunge into the jungle, and so showed us his side, we sent four bullets crashing into him, and he rolled over lifeless.
"We went up to the spot, made the Begaum give him a kick, to be sure that he was dead, and then got down to examine the unfortunate fakir.
The tiger had seized him by the shoulder, which was terribly torn, and the bone broken.