El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1900-01-05

ing the bottle into the air, he shattered
! it with b Illet ere it reached the
ground Startled by the report, a
| jackal fed fl ON the rear of the cook
house toward the jungle. and the sahib
stopped its flight with another bullet.
Then, replenishing his gun, he took his
seat beside me on the mail cart, say
ing, Blow on thy bugle, coach wan,
! and announce our coming to Shere
Bahadoor, his majesty the tiger
at was brave jawan (youth),
brothers, but he was very young, and
my beard to save him whatever might
befall AS we proceeded he questioned
me concerning the killing of Nandha,
speaking lightly as one who goeth to
| shoot black partridge.
".He is lame, coach wan. and will
doubtless be waiting for us by the
Bore bridge said the sahib. AS soon
| as he appears stay the horses for an
| instant while 1 get off the mail cart,
and then return when your horses will
let you
'Bethink thee, sahib,' I answered;
the lame one of Huldwani is old and
| cunning. 1t is no fawn thou seekest
! this morning. Perchance the sircar
| will dispatch some great shikari to
help thee in this hunting. Gunga send
we may not meet the tiger but if we
| should, shame befall me if I permit
| thee to leave the mail cart while the
| horses are able to rum
"For answer. my brothers, the sahib
| flushed red and, calling me a coward,
he drove his elbow into my stomach
with such force that the reins fell from
my hands. Taking them up. the while
I fought for my breath. he turned the
| horses round, saying: "A jackal may
not hunt a tiger! 1 have need of a man
with me this morning, and Goor Deem,
my butler. shall take thy place
""The sahib. being a man, will not
blacken my face in the eyes of Kala-
dOongie,' 1 said. 4 spake for thy sake.
sahib, but 1 will drive thee to Jehan-
dunn an thou wilt, for no man hath
ever called me coward before Then
the sahib looked in my face, as tuck
ed the ends of my beard under my
puggri, and, seeing that my eyes met
his four square, he gave up the reins
to me. saying. If thou playest me
false. will kill thee like a dog and he
showed me the hilt of a pistol that he
had in his pocket. We spake no more
together, but when we came to the
Bore bridge 1 shook the jungle with a
blast from my bugle.
'Shabash, coach wanr exclaimed
the sahib. Thou art man indeed and
shalt have Shere Bahadoor's skin as
recompense for the hurt to thy
stomach. Bid him come again
"Haf a mile beyond the bridge, as
al ho oh hn
river, 1 again blew upon the bugle
The sound had scarcely ceased when
we heard the angry roar of a charging
tiger.
"'Stopr exclaimed the sahib. and 1
threw the frightened horses on their
launches, while he Ieaped to the
ground. Then, while the horses flew
along the road, I looked back over my
shoulder and beheld the Lame One
bound to the middle of the road, and
the sahib blew on his fingers as one
would whistle to a dog. The great
beast stopped on the instant and
crouched to the ground, ready to spring
on the sahib as he advanced toward it,
and prayed to Mana Debi to befriend
the young fool.
"When he was within 80 PAGES or so
from the tiger, the sahib halted and
brought the gun to his shoulder. The
next instant there was the crack of a
rifle, and the Lame One 1eaped straight
into the air.
81 knew the tiger was dead, and i'm
mediately thereafter the mail cart ran
into the bank and spilled me on the
road. Leaving the stunned horses tied
to a tree, 1 proceeded to seek the sa-
bib. Wah il, wah, brothers, we must
pay taxes to the Faringis until we can
raise sons like theirs. When 1 Joined
the boy sahib, he was smoking and
taking the measure of the tiger with
q tapeI His bullet had struck the
beast between the eyes, and the Lame
One had died at the hands Of a man."
Speaker.