It will be quite indistinct, and you have no chance of making out its head or anything of that sort, and you have to take a shot at it as best you may.
"Remember there must not be a word spoken.

If the brute does come, it will probably make two or three turns round the cage before it approaches it, and may likely enough pass close to you, but in no case fire.

You can't make sure of killing it, and if it were only wounded it would make off into the jungle, and all our trouble would be thrown away.

Also remember you must not smoke; the tiger would smell it half a mile away, and, besides, the sound of a match striking would be quite sufficient to set him on his guard." "There is no objection, I hope, Doctor, to our taking up our flasks; we shall want something to keep us from going to sleep." "No, there is no objection to that," the Doctor said; "but mind you don't go to sleep, for if you did you might fall off your bough and break your neck, to say nothing of the chance of the tiger happening to be close at hand at the time." Late in the afternoon the Doctor went down to inspect the cage, and pronounced it sufficiently strong.

Half an hour before nightfall he and the woman and child took their places in it, and the two beams in the roof that had been left unfastened to allow of their entry were securely lashed in their places by the villagers.