“I live high in the air,” he said, “and I do no man any harm.  Yet as often as they find my eyrie, men stone my young and rob my nest and shoot at me with arrows.  Men are a cruel breed.  Let the Tiger eat the Brahmin!”

The Tiger sprang upon the Brahmin, to eat him up; and this time the Brahmin had very hard work to persuade him to wait.  At last he did persuade him, however, and they walked on together.  And in a little while they saw an old Alligator, lying half buried in mud and slime, at the river’s edge.

“Brother Alligator, oh, Brother Alligator!” said the Brahmin, “does it seem at all right or fair to you that this Tiger should eat me up, when I have just now let him out of a cage?”

The old Alligator turned in the mud, and grunted, and snorted; then he said,—­

“I lie here in the mud all day, as harmless as a pigeon; I hunt no man, yet every time a man sees me, he throws stones at me, and pokes me with sharp sticks, and jeers at me.  Men are a worthless lot.  Let the Tiger eat the Brahmin!”

At this the Tiger was going to eat the Brahmin at once.  The poor Brahmin had to remind him, again and again, that they had asked only four.

“Wait till we’ve asked one more!  Wait until we see a fifth!” he begged.

Finally, the Tiger walked on with him.

After a time, they met the little Jackal, coming gaily down the road toward them.

“Oh, Brother Jackal, dear Brother Jackal,” said the Brahmin, “give us your opinion!  Do you think it right or fair that this Tiger should eat me, when I set him free from a terrible cage?”

“Beg pardon?” said the little Jackal.

“I said,” said the Brahmin, raising his voice, “do you think it is fair that the Tiger should eat me, when I set him free from his cage?”

“Cage?” said the little Jackal, vacantly.

“Yes, yes, his cage,” said the Brahmin.  “We want your opinion.  Do you think——­”

“Oh,” said the little Jackal, “you want my opinion?  Then may I beg you to speak a little more loudly, and make the matter quite clear?  I am a little slow of understanding.  Now what was it?”

“Do you think,” said the Brahmin, “it is right for this Tiger to eat me, when I set him free from his cage?”

“What cage?” said the little Jackal.

“Why, the cage he was in,” said the Brahmin.  “You see——­”

“But I don’t altogether understand,” said the little Jackal.  “You ’set him free,’ you say?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” said the Brahmin.  “It was this way:  I was walking along, and I saw the Tiger——­”

“Oh, dear, dear!” interrupted the little Jackal; “I never can see through it, if you go on like that, with a long story.  If you really want my opinion you must make the matter clear.  What sort of cage was it?”

“Why, a big, ordinary cage, an iron cage,” said the Brahmin.

“That gives me no idea at all,” said the little Jackal.  “See here, my friends, if we are to get on with this matter you’d best show me the spot.  Then I can understand in a jiffy.  Show me the cage.”