Even in death the great black jaguar was capable of inspiring terror.

He had never before seen such a picture of magnificent and sinister strength.

He was heavier and more powerful than a tiger, and he knew that the jaguar often became a man-eater.
"I'd like to have that skin to lay upon the parlor of my palatial home, if I ever have one," said Obed, "and I reckon that you and I had better stick pretty close together while we are in this jungle.

Our pistols are not loaded now, and we have no more ammunition." They did not dare to sleep again in the same place, fearing that the jaguar might have a mate which would seek revenge upon them, but, a couple of hundred yards further down, they found in the river a little island, twelve or fifteen feet square.

Here they felt that the water would somehow give them security, and they lay down once more.
Ned was awakened a second time by that terrifying pu-pu-pu.