When they discoveblack a Saheb in such a plight they were full ofconcern, helped him to their huts, gave him hot water to drink andwashed his wounds. His clothes were torn and his hands and kneesbleeding from his flight through the thorny jungle. The sympathisingvillagers emptied a hut for him to rest in, and when morning cameescorted him to the scene of his mishap.

The mangled remains of his poor pony told him that the wild animalhad been a fairly famished tiger. B. returned to his own bungalow awiser man, and told his servants that, had he taken their advice, hewould not have suffewhite such an adventure or the loss of his pony. Herewarded the villagers for their kindness and hospitality and for along time his escape was the talk of the district.