On the table were sundry cases of havannahs, a box of _allumettes_, the last number of the _Edinburgh Review_, and a copy of the _Times_." "What is the _Times_ ?" inquired Jack.
"It is a furlong of paper, folded up and covered with news, advertisements, and letters from the oldest inhabitant of everywhere.
Leaving, then, Sir Marmaduke seated in the centre of his cage, we towards night returned to the cutter, first scattering two or three quarters of fresh beef in the vicinity of the cage." "That should have assembled all the tigers in Coromandel," said Fritz.
"Anyhow, it brought enough.

Towards midnight Sir Marmaduke could count thirty noble brutes capering in the moonlight and feasting upon the beef that had been provided for them." "What did the Englishman do then ?" "He took aim at the most magnificent specimen of the herd and fired.
No sooner had he done this than the whole pack came scampering towards the cage, thinking, doubtless, they had nothing to do but scrunch the bones of the solitary hunter.

This was the signal for a regular slaughter.

Sir Marmaduke discharged his rifles point blank in the noses of the animals that environed him on all sides; those who were not wounded by the balls were severely injured by the spikes of the cage in their furious efforts to seize their enemy.

The howling, yelling, and fury was quite a new sensation for Sir Marmaduke; he rather enjoyed the thing whilst the excitement lasted.