The natives had built a bamboo platform, called machan, in a tree by the kill, and we stationed ourselves on this in the late afternoon.

At about midnight we were extremely stiff, and not hearing any sound, we returned to our temporary camp; but on the advice of an old shikari I returned with him to the machan to wait until daylight.

On this machan were some old blankets.

Some climbed the machan and discovered their victim.

So they got permission for a mangled body to be left there, and built a machan near it.

The animal looked enormous in the uncertain light and each thought the machan too low and wished himself in his house in the village.

Not far from the machan was a hillock.

The heroes could barely descend from the machan, so stiff and aching were their bones.