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"A wounded tiger is a terrible foe," the Ramajee answered. "Better
leave him alone."
Charlie, however, was anxious to get the skin to send home, with those
of the others he had shot, to his mother and sisters. It might be very
long before he had an opportunity of joining in another tiger hunt;
and he resolved that, if the tiger gave no signs of life when the
bombardment of the jungle with fireworks recommenced, he would go in
and look for his body.
Chapter 17: The Capture Of Gheriah.
After having sat for an hour under the shade of some trees, and
partaken of luncheon, the party again moved forward on their elephants
to the jungle. The watchers declared that no sound, whatever, had been
heard during their absence; nor did the discharge of fireworks, which
at once recommenced, elicit the slightest response.
After this had gone on for half an hour, Charlie, convinced that the
animal was dead, dismounted from his elephant. He had with him a
heavy, double-barrelled rifle of the rajah's; and Hossein, carrying a
similar weapon, and a curved tulwar which was sharpened almost to a
razor edge, prepared to follow immediately behind him. Three or four
of the most courageous shikaris, with cocked guns, followed in
Hossein's steps.
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