“I dislike these clearings at the setting of the sun, O defender of the poor!” he explained to the major, who kept his wife close and was beginning to wish he had not brought her, even if she were far and away the better shot of the two.  “The trouble is upon one without even the warning of a cracking twig.  Neither have I any love for the temple, for behold! one, even a great guru up to within a few moons of this day, lived there in worship, making sacrifice to the Black One.  Yet is he not there to welcome us.  Maybe he has fallen victim to the bhoot of the great cat whom he once fed.”

Luckily for their peace of mind the sahib log only understood a quarter of a man’s lament, and did not trouble their heads about ghosts.

“Aye, verily am I bewitched to allow of such tarrying, likewise to let such fear enter my head,” he muttered to himself, and as a cloak to his misgivings sharply ordered ten men to proceed to the centre of the clearing in a semi-circle, and there await further orders.

They did as they were ordered, and were standing motionless when suddenly without a sound a great striped body leapt straight from the shadows of the surrounding trees upon a boy who had out-distanced his companions.

The instant double report of Jan Cuxson’s rifle deadened the lad’s horrible screaming and the growling of the wounded beast as it crouched flat, almost hidden behind the human body in the undergrowth, with tail lashing, and great claws tearing the boy’s shoulder, as the rest of the terrified coolies ran shouting back to the party.

“Fire, sahib,” commanded the shikari.

“Can’t,” tersely replied Major Talbot.  “I shall kill the boy if I do; the brute’s making a shield of his body.  I’ll creep round to the flank and——­”

“Fire, sahib,” urged the native.  “Better to kill the lad as he is badly wounded,” then added, “Tesch,” as Talbot shook his head.  “Stay here, sahib, to protect the mem-sahibs, I will creep to——­”

“God!”

The word simultaneously escaped the three men as they and Edna Talbot raised their rifles.

Leonie was walking across the space, neither hastening nor hesitating, towards the tiger which crouched, growling softly, with its tail sweeping the ground.

Did she hypnotise the brute, or did her supreme courage build an invisible barrier between the two?

Who knows!

Anyway she calmly approached within five yards, raised her rifle, took deliberate aim, and fired just as, with a hoarse-coughing roar, the tiger sprang.

There was the dull thud of a bullet, a snarl, and the animal fell back across the boy’s body, twitching convulsively.

Without one moment’s hesitation, while the rest of the party stood helpless owing to her position, Leonie, letting fall her rifle and drawing her revolver, walked right up to the writhing brute and fired straight into the terrible mouth.