They are mostly old tigers who take, when they get past their strength, to killing men.

I don't know whether the flesh doesn't agree with them, but they are almost always mangy." "We were afraid for a moment," Richards said, "that the tiger was going to break into your cage; we heard him clawing away at the timber, and as you didn't fire again we were afraid something was the matter." "The mother was," the Doctor said testily.

"The moment the tiger sprang, the woman threw herself down at full length right on the top of my second rifle, and when I went to push her off I think she fancied the tiger had got hold of her, for she gave a yell that fairly made me jump.
I had to push her off by main force, and then lie down on my back, so as to get the rifle up to fire.

I was sure the first shot was fatal, for I knew just where his heart would be, but I dropped a second cartridge in, and gave him another bullet so as to make sure.

Well, if either of you want his head or his claws, you had better say so at once, for the natives will be singeing his whiskers off directly; the practice is a superstition of theirs." "No, I don't want them," Wilson said.