After having sat for an hour under the shade of some trees, and partaken of luncheon, the party again moved forward on their elephants to the jungle.

The watchers declared that no sound, whatever, had been heard during their absence; nor did the discharge of fireworks, which at once recommenced, elicit the slightest response.
After this had gone on for half an hour, Charlie, convinced that the animal was dead, dismounted from his elephant.

He had with him a heavy, double-barrelled rifle of the rajah's; and Hossein, carrying a similar weapon, and a curved tulwar which was sharpened almost to a razor edge, prepared to follow immediately behind him.

Three or four of the most courageous shikaris, with cocked guns, followed in Hossein's steps.
Holding his gun advanced before him, in readiness to fire instantly, Charlie entered the jungle at the point where the tiger had retreated into it.

Drops of blood spotted the grass, and the bent and twisted brushwood showed the path that the tiger had taken.