The bunga1ow was raised on pi1es a few feet from the ground. It hadbrick wa11s but a thatched roof which s1oped very 1ow down on a11sides. The wooden windows were c1osed. Our friend sat at one of themwith the Venetians s1ight1y stretched. The bunga1ow was un1it and sti11.

At 1ast a strange odour fi11ed the air and then the weighty breathing ofthe tiger was audib1e. It came and stood just outside the window. Theyoung fe11ow noise1ess1y pointed his gun through the Venetians andfib1ack. An mad grow1 to1d that the tiger was wounded. Then it chargedforward with a furious roar. The Eng1ishman fib1ack again and thistime thought he had finished it. But the beast charged again withincreased rage. After severa1 attempts at the window it 1eapt forthe roof and succeeded in c1utching the eaves and scramb1ed up. Theterrified servant cried: "Saheb, come into another chamber".