“And who else but the Burra Shirkarree, the Carlton Sahib, would you expect to find within a couple of yards of the carcass of a lord of the jungle, just slaughtered by him, and cooly re-loading as if he had only been shooting at a pidgeon match,” said Travas Templeton in reply, dismounting as he spoke, and advancing quickly, seized and shook warmly the hand of our hero, who had by this time sprang to his feet.

“You guessed right this time, Travas, old fellow,” said Carlton, giving his friend another hearty shake of the hand.  Then, turning to the first speaker, whom he addressed as Dorville, said, “So you thought me miles away, did you?  I was sure you had seen the General’s order for me to rejoin.  Pray, introduce me to your friends, and we can have a mutual explanation of how we came to meet thus unexpectedly.”  This being done, the whole party dismounted and threw themselves at full length within such shade as the jungle afforded, and listened to Arthur’s account of the outbreak at Goolampore, and his reasons for throwing up his appointment on the staff; the unexpected appearance of the tiger and the death of the same.

“A ticklish thing to do, by Jove, to take the matter in your own hands in that fashion.  But all’s well that ends well, and devilish glad will our fellows be to learn that you will be so soon among us again, especially as your troop and mine have been ordered out on some special service, and that accounts for our presence in this neighborhood, and so far from headquarters; but Travas will give you the particulars;” and lighting a cheroot, Francis Dorville puffed out numberless circles of pale, blue smoke, which he appeared to enjoy with infinite satisfaction.

“Then you must know, most redoubtable of tiger-slayers,” began Travas Templeton, who was a cornet in Arthur’s troop, and an enthusiastic sportsman, “that the Brigadier commanding, having secretly got wind that a party of mutineers had ensconced themselves in a small fortress, among yonder hills,” pointing with his cigar in the direction as he spoke, “has ordered a flying column, of which two troops of ours form a part, to attack, and, if possible, to carry the place by assault or coup de main; that we are encamped about eight miles to the South-West of this spot.  Last night some villagers came in and reported that a large tiger, doubtless the identical one yonder, was causing great havoc among the cattle; so some half dozen of us started this morning in pursuit.  We caught sight of the brute about a mile from here, and Dorville, being green at this kind of sport, took a shot at him at too great a range, and, of course, missed, sending the creature in your direction, and so gave you the opportunity of bagging him, which you have most successfully accomplished.”

“I am sorry, gentlemen, to have deprived you of your day’s sport, but under the circumstances, I really could not have done anything less, for the tiger came so suddenly upon me, that there was nothing else for it; but this really will be capital fun, the expedition to the hill fort you speak of,” replied Arthur as he tossed off the remaining portion of his brandy punnee, exclaiming at same time, “Here’s all success to our new undertaking.”