ire, and never found it out.

Next day they bade their host adieu, promising to make a point of
spending another night in his house on their return. Our hunters had
not gone far when a growl in one of the bushes induced them to land and
search for the growler. They found him in the person of a large tiger,
which Will Osten caught a glimpse of sneaking away with the lithe
motions of a gigantic cat. A hurried shot wounded the beast, which,
instead of flying, turned round suddenly, and, with a bound, alighted on
our hero's shoulders. The shock hurled him violently to the ground.
During the momentary but terrific struggle for life that followed, Will
had presence of mind to draw his hunting-knife, and plunge it, twice,
deep into the tiger's side, but the active claws of the creature tore
his thighs and arms; several large blood-vessels were injured; the light
faded from the eyes of Wandering Will; his strong arm lost its cunning,
and, in the midst of a loud report, mingled with a roar like thunder in
his ears, he fainted away.

When Will recovered his senses he found himself stretched on his back on
a low couch in a hut, with a man kneeling over him, and his comrades
gazing into his face with expressions of deep anxiety. Will attempted
to speak, but could not; then he tried to move, and, in doing so,
fainted. On recovering consciousness, he observed that no one was near
him except Larry O'Hale, who lay extended at his side, looking through
the open doorway of the hut, while a series of the most seraphic smiles
played on his expressive countenance!

It would have been an interesting study to have watched the Irishman on
that occasion. Just before Will Osten opened his eyes, he was looking
into his pale face with an expression that was ludicrously woe-begone.
The instant he observed the slightest motion in his patient, however, he
became suddenly abstracted, and gazed, as we have said, with a seraphic
expression through the doorway. Poor Larry acted thus, in order to
avoid alarming his patient by his looks, but, in spite of his utmost
caution, Will caught him in the transition state, which so tickled his
risible faculties that he burst into a laugh, which only got the length
of a sigh, however, and nearly produced another fainting fit.

"Ah, then, darlin'!" whispered Larry, with the tenderness of a woman,
"_don't_ do it now. Sure ye'll go off again av ye do. Kape quiet,
dear. 'Tis all right ye'll be in a day or