The elephant fidgeted uneasily.
"That baste has more sinse than we have," said Tim; "and would be off, if that little black chap, astraddle of his neck, didn't keep on patting his head." Presently, the mahout pointed silently to the bushes ahead, and Charlie caught sight, for a moment, of some yellow fur.

Apparently the tiger had heard or scented the elephants, for it again turned and made up the valley.

Presently a redoubled yelling, with the firing of guns, showed that it had been seen by the beaters.

Ramajee Punt held up his hand to Charlie, as a signal that next time the tiger might be expected.
Suddenly there was a movement among the bushes.

A tiger sprang out, about halfway between Charlie's elephant and that of Ramajee Punt.