If he comes my way, you follow him.
When the bough gets thin he won't be able to turn round, and the one behind can give him a sudden stab, which will make him leave go his hold." By the time he had finished speaking, they were each far out on their respective branches, and the leopard was close to the fork.
It paused a moment, looked at the two men and, after a moment's hesitation, began to crawl out towards Abdool.

Harry at once made his way back to the trunk, and then followed the animal.
Abdool had gone out as far as he dared and, holding on tightly, swayed the end of the branch up and down.

The leopard, as it approached him, was evidently disconcerted; and clung to the bough, which was scarcely six inches in diameter at the point it had reached.

It snarled angrily, as it became conscious that it was being followed.
Harry, feeling convinced that it could not turn, came fearlessly up to it, and then struck his knife into its loin.

As the blade was but some four inches long, he had no hope of striking a vital point.
The leopard uttered a roar, and tried to turn and strike at him with one of its forepaws; but the blade again penetrated to its full depth, this time on the other side and, with a start, it lost its footing, clung for a moment to the branch with its forepaws, and strove to regain its hold; but Harry brought his knife down, again and again, on one of its paws.
Abdool, crawling in, quickly struck it under the shoulder and, a moment later, it released its hold and fell heavily through the foliage to the ground.