In vain he tried to drown them off by diving; as his head again rose above the surface, the dogs were at their places: his struggles were useless, and the knife finished him.
We now searched the jungle for Tiptoe's body, expecting to find him dead where we had last seen him enter the jungle.

Upon searching the spot, we found him lying down, with his bowels in a heap by his side; the quantity would have filled a cap.

The hole in his side was made-by a blow from the buck's hoof, and not being more than two inches in length, strangulation had taken place, and I could not return the bowels.
The dog was still alive, though very faint.

Fortunately we had a small-bladed knife, with which I carefully enlarged the aperture, and, having cleaned the bowels from the dirt and dead leaves which had adhered to them, I succeeded in returning them; although I expected the dog's death every instant.

Taking off my neck tie, I made a pad, with which I secured the aperture, and bound him tightly round with a handkerchief.