Towards morning there was a scraping sound.
"That is a leopard, sahib," the Malay said, in alarm; "he is climbing the tree to get at us." Abdool was sitting immediately below Harry, and the latter called to him to come up beside him.
"Mount as high as you can, my lord," the Malay said.

"The trunk is not so rough, when you get higher; and the beast will find it harder to climb." "We shall do better, here," Harry said.

"These two arms, nearly opposite to each other, are just the thing for us.
"You go out to the end of one, Abdool, and I will go out to the end of the other.

We will climb out as far as we can, and then he will have to follow us very slowly, whichever way he chooses.

If he goes for you, I will follow him.