"It was all an accident, though," said Harry. "I say, Sree, wasn't it all by accident that we came across a tiger to-day."
"Yes, Sahib, quite an accident; but we have got one, and I feel very proud of the way in which you two young gentlemen behaved. No old tiger-hunter could have done better."
"But I'm sure father won't like it."
"He will know it was all as it happened, Sahib. You were obliged to shoot the wicked beast. If any one is to blame, it is old Sul, for forcing you to go on."
"Ah, to be sure," cried Harry, laughing merrily. "It was all his fault, Phra, and we'll say so."
"Yes, it's all very well to say so," said Phra, rather gloomily; "but will they believe what we say?"
"My father will believe what I say," said Harry stoutly; "so will yours."
"I hope so," said Phra sadly, "but I don't feel sure."
"I don't think the Sahib Kenyon can be angry," said Sree respectfully, "because it is such a splendid tiger."
"Why, that's just why he will be angry," cried Harry. "He'll be quite furious with me for going out and getting a grand tiger like this when he and the doctor went out as they did, and tried till quite late, and never had a chance."