I don't think I shall ever want to go tiger shooting in the dark again; I ache all over today as if I had been playing in the first football match of the season, from sitting balancing myself on that branch; I was almost over half a dozen times." "I expect you nearly went off to sleep, Mr.Wilson." "I think I should have gone to sleep if it hadn't been for that woman, Miss Hannay.

I should not have minded if I could have smoked, but to sit there hour after hour and not be able to smoke, and not allowed to speak, and staring all the time into the darkness till your eyes ached, was trying, I can tell you; and after all that, not to hit the brute was too bad." The days passed quietly at Deennugghur.

They were seldom alone at Major Hannay's bungalow in the evening, for Wilson and Richards generally came in to smoke a cigar in the veranda; the Doctor was a regular visitor, when he was not away in pursuit of game, and Bathurst was also often one of the party.
"Mr.Bathurst is coming out wonderfully, Miss Hannay," Mrs.Hunter said one day, as Isobel sat working with her, while the two girls were practicing duets on a piano in the next room.

"We used to call him the hermit, he was so difficult to get out of his cell.

We were quite surprised when he accepted our invitation to dinner yesterday." "I think Dr.Wade has stirred him up," Isobel said calmly; "he is a great favorite of the Doctor's." Mrs.Hunter smiled over her work.