The closest shave, though, was when George, coming down the country, was pounced upon by a tiger and carried off.

Ramoo seized a couple of muskets from the men, and rushed into the jungle after him, and coming up with the brute killed him at the first shot.

George escaped with a broken arm and his back laid open by a scratch of the tiger's claws as it first seized him.
"So at George's death I took Ramoo on, and have found him a most useful fellow.

Of course, I was some little time before I became accustomed to his noiseless way of going about, and it used to make me jump when I happened to look round, and saw him standing quietly behind me when I thought I was quite alone.

However, as soon as I became accustomed to him, I got over all that, and now I would not lose him for anything; he seems to know instinctively what I want.