She was kept there.
A watch was posted.
Nothing occurred during the night to disturb our friends, and when daylight finally came they aroused themselves.
As Frank went out on deck he heard a deep, low moan, like the rumbling of falling earth, in the jungle below.
It is by this plaintive sigh that the royal tiger makes his presence known, and in company with other animals of his species he caterwauls like a gigantic Tom cat.
When charging, his spring is accompanied by a series of rapid, frightful cough-like growls, and a single blow of his paw will break the back of an ox which he carries away as a cat carries off a mouse.
Frank had heard what terrible creatures the tigers of India were, and was not surprised when he heard a man yell furiously down in the jungle.
“There’s a tiger after Murdock!” he shouted.
He saw the jungle agitated off to the right, and watching the spot closely he saw a man running.
It was the same individual whom he had observed the night previously running into the cotton plants and boxwood bushes.