I would have turned round and let him have my foot under the jaw, but I was afeard my shoe would give out." Meanwhile, the two boys walked softly to the front window of Tom's bedroom, and cautiously peered out.
"Sh! I b'lieve I see him," whispered the young host.
"Where ?" asked his companion in the same guarded manner.
"Under the oak; he's standing still just now.

There! he's creeping off toward the woodshed." "Yes, that's him! that's him! I know it.

Hadn't you better let me take a shot ?" "I can shoot as well as you." Tom was right.

He was looking upon the royal Bengal tiger and no mistake.
He had halted under a large oak, standing on the other side of the road, and seemed to be debating with himself what he should do next.
The rattle of a coming wagon attracted his attention, and he crouched down, as if preparing to spring upon the driver and his animals.
"Just watch him chaw up the horses and the man!" whispered Jim.
"If he means to do that, I'd better shoot," said Tom, setting down his gun and silently raising the window.
"You can't do it now, for he's almost behind the tree." "His head shows, and I guess that's better than his tail." Tom rested the heavy barrel of the rifle on the window-sill, and knelt down to make his aim sure.

Before, however, he could obtain a good sight, the old farmer came so nearly opposite that he was obliged to restrain his fire through fear of hitting him or his horses.
The boys held their breath, certain of the awful occurrence at hand.