The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1894-06-14

succeed In giving him the whisky kept
him alive till the poison began TO lose
Its power. AT all events he did not die
Salad was as fond Of hunting as /.
Many a time we two slipped away from
camp in the gray OF early morning.
Once, Just before daylight ! was ont
with my shotgun in . thinly wooded
jungle a mile from camp upon the
shore Of o small lake. waiting for birds.
It wa just my luck. Because / came
prepared for birds, there was not one In
sight, but three beautiful antelope came
down TO drink within a hundred feet of
us. ] looked at the shotgun in disgust.
Then looked again at the antelope. Tt
was exasperating. ! was determined to
have a shot, at any rate, and in the hope
that ] might stun one of them or at least
bewilder him for AN instant / whisper
ed to Salad TO be ready with his knife
and make q dash the moment / fired
Cautiously / raised the gun to my
shoulder and was pressing the trigger,
when Salad touched me and whispered:
"Wait, sahibl Look therei'
] looked, and my shotgun fell. At a
slight angle. but little more than half
way between us and the antelope, there
crouched o royal Bengal tiger. A single
glance was sufficient He was surely a
man eater. Evidently he had been ON
the point OF satisfying his hunger with
an antelope when he caught sight of rs.
he was within an easy leap of the deer,
but was deliberately turning away and
facing MS. The motion startled the deer,
and they bounded off, but the tiger paid
them no further attention. The huge
creature opened his great jaws till his
head seemed nothing but a red, yawn-
ing gullet bordered by long, ragged,
glistening teeth, and with q savage
snarl he began to approach us.
There was no need Of looking about
for q place OF safety. The jungle was
sparsely wooded at the best, and the
largest tree we had passed in coming
from camp would not have borne even
Salads weight 10 feet from the
ground Salad had only his hunting
knife. ] nothing but my shotgun.
Zone OF us must 60, sahib, Salad
muttered, without taking his eyes from
the tiger. If we d together, we shall
both go. He will overtake MS i'm q mo-
ment Let Allah decide al it is written
in our foreheads Run that way for
your life, sahih. will run this way.
Be quick, before he comes nearerr'
There was no time for thought Il
seemed q fair proposition, and even as
he spoke the Hindoo started at the top
of his speed away. 1t was useless stand
ing still or following him, and acting
upon his suggestion ! started in the OPP
posite direction
After running a rod or two I looked
over my shoulder The tiger had made
q leap and was just landing, already
crouched for another spring. He was
following mel
/ win not admit that | hoped he
would follow Salad, but / did hope that
he would not choose me. Tt amounted
to the same thing.
/ started ON for one more desperate
struggle. / was doomed. / knew it per-
fectly well, yet while there is life there
is hope, and ] a as / never ran be-
fore. ] resolved to go as far as / could
and then whirl about and give the tiger
. charge of fine shot full in the face. 1t
might put out his eyes. There was at
least that possibility to hang a desperate
hope upon, and throwing my gun to my
shoulder / turned. The tiger was not
there! Looking farther back, / saw his
hide in the ~underbrush. Instant
ly it rose. He was making O leap, but
1t vas not toward me. One thrill of
gratitude shot through my veins, when
my heart stood still with horror. There
was sharp yelp as the huge form
swept through the air, and crushing the
leaves and branches as it fell landed up
ON the PROSTATE figure of Salad, silently
waiting for the blow.
stood there petrifed, the cold per-
spiration dripping from my forehead.
There was not q sound from Salad.
There was only one fierce howl from the
tiger; then all was still.
It was only IN instant, but in that in
slant we two, my Hindoo servant and
I stood out before me In very bold re-
lief. had run for my life, knowing
that the chances lay between MS two and
ut least that the tiger might not
me. He had run, too, knowing
hat the chance lay between Us, and be-
cause the tiger did not follow him he
had come back again and tempted him
called him away from me and given
his life for mine
He was q poor benighted heather
and only an average sample of his kind.
He could not help stealing pretty !
He could not stop telling lies.
But surely he was a truer, brayer, no
bier man than /, and If the image of
God can be found today in any of his
creatures 1t would require no very deep
theologian 10 decide which of MS two
betrayed 1t least profaned Henry Will
lard French in Romance.
The Etrafrhfesf lime.