“Yes, and the teeth.”
“And the skin—beautiful!”
“Splendid!”
“Rugs.”
“Hurrah!”
“We’ll have him!”
“Kill him!”
“Yow—wow!”
Pan caught their altered mood and leaped on them, barking joyously. They went down into the stockade and considered if there was anything they could do to add to their defences, and at the same time increase the chances of shooting the tiger.
“Perhaps he won’t spring over,” said Mark; “suppose we leave the gate open? else we shan’t get a shot at him.”