Suddenly he darted the spear into the water and drew out a large salmon, which he threw to the shore, and their resumed his stationary position.

In twenty minutes he took three or four salmon, and then started to return to camp.

Just as he climbed the bank and had gathered his fish, a large tiger darted from the underbrush near by, and sprung upon him as a cat would spring upon a mouse.
Stopping not a moment, the tiger ran up the hillside and disappeared.
I was looking toward the river just as the tiger sprang upon him, and so were two of the natives; we all uttered a cry of astonishment, and were struck motionless for an instant, though only for an instant.

The unfortunate man did not struggle with the beast, and as the latter did not stop to do more than seize him, I suspected that the fright and suddenness of the attack had caused a fainting fit.

I and my Russian companion seized our rifles, and the natives their spears, and started in pursuit.
We tracked the tiger through the underbrush, partly by the marks left by his feet, but mainly by the drops of blood that had fallen from his victim.