“After we have had all the danger and trouble, to let them come in and have the shooting and the hunt and the skin.”
“Triumph and spoils!”
“Striped skin.”
“Or spotted.”
“Or tawny mane—we don’t know which. Just think, to let them have it!”
“No,” said Mark. “That we won’t: we must have it.”
“It’s our tiger,” said Bevis.
“All ours.”
“Every bit.”
“The claws make things, don’t they?” said Mark: he meant the reverse, that things are made of tiger’s claws as trophies.