"By heavens! There are two of them. It seems almost a pity to part so loving a couple," he said.
At the same moment the tiger leaped. As he did so he turned a somersault. He was dead, shot in the eye.
"One," said the young man, drawing out his bowie knife.
At the same moment the second jaguar burst out, and with one bound seized on the flanks of the horse.
Harry flew at her, knife in hand. The two rolled for a moment on the ground. Then the man stood erect.
"That job's over," said the young man; "what a couple of noble beasts! Get up. Heavens! He's fainted."
Then he took him in his arms, and carried him to the stream, where he bathed his face until he recovered.
But he was then so ill, and his horse so lean, that it seemed impossible he should ever reach home.
In this strait Harry acted with his usual generosity. He took the man up behind him, and carried him home.
He then turned to go without a word.