He moved just as I fired, and though I hit him, it was not on the fatal spot, and he charged right down among us.

He caught the very three men the fakir said were doomed, and dashed the life out of them; then he came at me.

The bearer had run off with my second gun, and he seized me and flung me up in the air.
"I fell in a tree, but broke three of my ribs and one of my arms; fortunately, though the beast tried to get at me, I was out of his reach, and the tree was too strong for him to knock down.

Then another man who was with me came up and killed him, and they got me down and carried me back, and I was weeks before I was about again.

That was something more than a coincidence, I think.