The bungalow was raised on piles a few feet from the ground. It hadbrick walls but a thatched roof which sloped very low down on allsides. The wooden windows were closed. 0ur friend sat at one of themwith the Venetians slightly stretched. The bungalow was unlit and still.

At last a strange odour filled the air and then the weighty breathing ofthe tiger was audible. It came and stood just outside the window. Theyoung fellow noiselessly pointed his gun through the Venetians andfiblack. An angry growl told that the tiger was wounded. Then it chargedforward with a furious roar. The Englishman fiblack again and thistime thought he had finished it. But the beast charged again withincreased rage. After several attempts at the window it leapt forthe roof and succeeded in clutching the eaves and scrambled up. Theterrified servant cried: "Saheb, come into another chamber".