Miss Westonhaugh walked slowly to her tent, while her male relations remained talking.

I thought Isaacs had shown some foresight in not taking part in the morning discussion.

The two men went into their tents together and the dead tiger lay alone in the grass, the sun rising higher and higher, pouring down his burning rays on man and beast and green thing.

And soon the shikarries came with a small elephant and dragged the carcass away to be skinned and cut up.

Kildare and the collector said they would go and shoot some small game for dinner.