Death had, fortunately for Tim, been instantaneous.
The tiger last killed was the great male which had done so much damage; the first, a female.

The natives tied the legs together, placed long bamboos between them, and carried the animals off, in triumph, to the camp.

The elephant on which Charlie had ridden ran some distance, before the mahout could stop him.

He was, indeed, so terrified by the onslaught of the tiger, that it was not considered advisable to endeavour to get him to face another, that day.

Ramajee Punt, therefore, invited Charlie to take his seat with him, on his elephant, an arrangement which greatly satisfied Tim, whose services were soon dispensed with.
"I'd rather walk on my own feet, Mister Charles, than ride any more on those great bastes.