waited a few minutes, and one of the party who had been sent round, appeared on the top of the rock; he was soon followed by three others.
"Are you all ready?" cried one of them: "I shall heave down this stone."
"Bismillah! Away with it!" cried my father.
Three of them applied their strength to it, and at last it rolled over the face of the rock, and thundering down, split into a thousand fragments. There was a moment of intense anxiety and suspense, but no tigress followed.
"Try whether you cannot see her," cried my father; "if you do, fire; we are all prepared."
The men looked down in every direction, but said nothing. At last one of them was observed to be pointing to a particular spot, as though he showed the others something.
"By Alla!" said my father, "he sees her; look out; she will rush forth before you are thinking of her."
Every man blew his match, and planted his feet firmly. At last one of the men on the rock raised his matchlock and fired; it was answered by a tremendous roar which rent the skies, and
