Jungle trails and jungle people : travel, adventure and abservation in the Far East . any instant he might disappear. And so itwas—for suddenly, with a spring and a turn to oneside he was gone into the jungle again; but I hadawakened from my trance with his first move andas he vanished put in a shot which scored becauseI saw him switch around and bite his stern as thecover closed upon him. The piece of jungle intowhich he had retreated was dense at the edges, butopened up some just beyond, and we made our wayon the tracks slowly and carefully, one of thebeaters having a little mongrel fox terr
Jungle trails and jungle people : travel, adventure and abservation in the Far East . any instant he might disappear. And so itwas—for suddenly, with a spring and a turn to oneside he was gone into the jungle again; but I hadawakened from my trance with his first move andas he vanished put in a shot which scored becauseI saw him switch around and bite his stern as thecover closed upon him. The piece of jungle intowhich he had retreated was dense at the edges, butopened up some just beyond, and we made our wayon the tracks slowly and carefully, one of thebeaters having a little mongrel fox terrier type ofdog that went forward on the trail with unex-pected courage. We were a long time before get-ting to a very dense piece where we hesitated,while part of the men and the dog went off to oneside with a view to making a survey of the closecover from another point. As they worked off Imoved forward a little in an endeavor to find abetter position, from which to look ahead. I hadgot but a short distance and where I could not seesix feet ahead, when I was halted by a sudden. THE TRAIL OF THE TIGEB 303 growling and a heart-stopping, short, coughingroar. It was the first time I had heard it andI freely confess—it well-nigh froze my blood. Iknew it was a tiger; I could plain!) hear it coming;and as the jerky roar grew nearer and nearer, Istood there having sensations—I do assure I stood, for I realized how useless would bean attempt to escape by running; I thought Iwould have a better chance for my life if I facedthe music. With my rifle raised and at full cock I stoodwaiting, waiting, and just at the instant I expectedthe terrifying thing to burst upon me from out thejungle that nerve-racking roar ceased, and was fol-lowed by stillness quite as dreadful, for I did notknow what it might not portend. I pictured thetiger stalkirg noiselessly around me, looking forthe best place from which to make his final day wasnt so hot, but the perspiration rolledfrom
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