He actually repeated his 'hoo! hoo!' only in a, if possible, more aggressive, insulting, and defiant manner.

Nay, more, such was his temerity that he actually advanced with a short, sharp rush in the direction of the striped intruder.

Intently peering through the indistinct light, we eagerly watched the development of this strange _rencontre_.

The tiger was now crouching low, crawling stealthily round and round the boar, who changed front with every movement of his lithe and sinewy adversary, keeping his determined head and sharp, deadly tusks ever facing his stealthy and treacherous foe.

The bristles of the boar's back were up at a right angle from the strong spine.