By that time I'd be starved to death, and so would the tiger, and they want him alive.
"Jim must be mistaken, too, 'bout shooting off his tail.

Jim and me haven't got any tails, and we don't have any trouble in walking.

I can't see how it would make any difference with the tiger, either.

I wonder where Jim got all them ideas,--I guess where he got the stories 'bout so many people being chawed up." The lad lay for a while on one side, and then flung himself on the other.
Several times he was on the point of dropping into an uneasy slumber, but some slight noise always came at the critical moment to make him wider awake than he was in the first instance.
What is more disturbing than the occasional rattle of a window sash when we are trying to woo sleep?
By and by Tom discovered it was that which had played the mischief with his rest.

He sprang impatiently out of bed, and hurried to the window, with the intention of righting matters.
The bright moon shining from an unclouded sky made it almost as light as day.