A faint light appeared behind the dining-tent, over the distant trees, like the light of London seen from twenty or thirty miles' distance in the country, a faint, suggestive, murky grayness in the sky, making the stars look dimmer.
The sound of a shot rang true and clear through the chill air; not far off I thought.

I held my breath, listening for a second report, but none came.

So it was over.

Either he had killed the tiger with his first bullet, or the tiger had killed him before he could fire a second.

I was intensely excited.