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"Only a Giant Owl," was the reply. "It's an uncanny noise. There!" Right over their heads it rang out again; and the stars above them were blotted out for a moment by a dark, circling shape above the tree-tops. Hour after hour went by as they were borne along through the night; and Wargrave bruised and battered by the howdah-rails, fell constantly against them, so overcome with sleep was he.
"One of the servants may come in. Or my husband if people are talking scandal of us." She touched the switch of an overhead electric fan the Government of India housed its Political Officer in Rohar much more luxuriously than the military ones and sat down under it. Wargrave began to pace the room impatiently.
"A couple," she replied, smiling. "I envy you awfully," he said. "I've never even seen one out of a cage." "Well, if you are keen on shooting, Mr. Wargrave, you ought to have little difficulty in bagging a tiger or two before long," she said. "I'd love to have the chance of going after big game. I'm hoping for it here.
But he assured everyone that he was not hurt and, insisting that the sport should go on, gave orders for the beat to continue. Wargrave had chanced to dismount to tighten the girth of Mrs. Norton's horse, when a fresh boar broke from cover and was instantly pursued by all the others of the hunt.
Suddenly Wargrave opened his eyes and looked up in the doctor's face. "Is that you, Macdonald?" he asked dreamily. "Never mind me; I'm all right. Go to poor Ashraf Khan. If he must die, at least give him something to put him out of his misery. I can wait." His voice trailed off, and he relapsed into unconsciousness.
It will follow us in the jungle to carry any animals we kill, while we'll ride Badshah." Kissing his wife and children the Colonel led the way down the road, followed by Frank and the servant, Badshah walking unattended behind them. "Good sport, Mr. Wargrave!" called out Mrs.
From a jagged, gaping wound where the expanding bullet had torn the throat, the blood spurted and air whistled out with a shrill sound. Wargrave turned to Violet and took the terrified woman, who seemed on the point of fainting, in his arms. "All right, little girl. It's all right. The brute's done for." She pulled herself together with an effort and looked nervously at the crocodile.
Frank stared blankly at the speaker, then suddenly turned and walked out of the bungalow. The pony was standing huddled into the patch of shade at the side of the house, the syce squatting on the ground at its head and holding the reins. Wargrave sprang into the saddle and galloped out of the compound.
Hardly had Wargrave come to this conclusion and begun to believe that the stories that he had heard of the daughter's business ability and powers of organisation were true when he was given a very convincing proof of her courage and coolness in danger.
And striking her pony with her gold-mounted whip she dashed off at a gallop after a grey old boar that had craftily kept close in cover and crept out quietly after the beaters had passed. Wargrave, filled with excitement, struck spurs to his mount and raced after her, soon catching up and passing her.
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