Remember, Tom, if you run against him, you must fix your eyes on him and not wink.

_That'll_ fetch him every time." "But s'posin' it doesn't ?" "If you should have to wink, and he comes for you, why all you've got to do is to haul off with your foot and kick him awful hard under the jaw; that'll fix him! But you mustn't be barefooted, or you'll hurt your toes.
And you must kick hard 'nough too," added the budding naturalist, "to knock his jaw off.

Then of course he can't bite." The scheme was a brilliant one, perhaps; but young as was Tom Gordon, he felt that the difficulty lay in its application.
"Gracious! Jim! the tiger is stirring up things, isn't he?
We've got a gun in the house, and if he visits us I think I'll try that." "Do you know where to hit him ?" asked Jim, who, having fully recovered his wind, seemed at the same time to have regained a vast amount of curious knowledge of natural history.
"I s'pose in the head is as good as any place." "Don't you think of such a thing! He don't mind being hit in the head more than you do getting hit by a spit-ball.

You must aim for his tail!" "How can that hurt him ?" asked the amazed Tom.
"Why, I seed the balls that hit his head glance off and scoot up in the air, like skipping stones over the water.

A tiger uses his tail to balance himself with.