Meanwhile the shikarries gathered around the fallen beast.

It proved to be a young tigress some eight feet long, and the clean bright coat showed that she was no man-eater.

So the pad elephant came alongside, to use a nautical phrase not inappropriate, and kneeling down received its burden willingly, well knowing that the slain beauty was one of his deadly foes.

The _mahout_ pronounced the elephant on which Kildare was mounted able to proceed, and only a few huge drops of blood marked where the tigress had kept her hold.

We moved on again, beating the jungle, wheeling and doubling the long line, wherever it seemed likely that some striped monster might have eluded us.