"Yes, Huzoor (Your Honour), as I sat here against this post the tigercame, seized the knot of my blanket and began to pull. Like lightningI made my plan. I grasped with a strong tight hold the sides of theblanket and holding myself together like a ball I let Lord Tigerpull. He dragged me to the edge of the tila (hill). There I suddenlylet go the blanket and shouted with all my might. The tiger fell over,down the hill, and is gone."

Sure enough, there were the leg-marks of the tiger, the mark ofthe drag, and the signs of where "Stripes" had slipped over and downthe terrace.