In vain were the rockets discharged into the jungle.

An hour passed, since he had last been heard.
"I expect that he's dead," Charlie said.
"I think so, too," Ramajee Punt replied; "but one can never be certain.

Let us draw off a little, and take our luncheon.

After that, we can try the fireworks again.

If he will not move, then we must leave him." "But surely," Charlie said, "we might go in and see whether he's dead or not." "A wounded tiger is a terrible foe," the Ramajee answered.