Then, drawing back, it made a short rush and sprang at the net, which was fourteen feet high.

Strong as were the poles that supported the net, it nearly gave way under the impact.

The tiger hung, ten feet above the ground, until some of the guards outside ran up, discharging their muskets into the air, when it recommenced its promenade round the foot of the net, roaring and snarling with anger.
As it neared the Palace, it stopped and uttered a roar of defiance at those at the windows.

Then, apparently, something moving behind the lattice work caught its eye.

It moved towards it, crouching, and then, with a tremendous spring, launched itself against it.
The balcony was ten feet from the ground, but the tiger's spring took it clear of this.