nights, they feel proud of
helping a lady.

Now see! The blue deer also has finished drinking. She goes away with
the buffaloes, under their horns. They all reach the jungle again. She
looks carefully: the tiger is watching her, but he dares not come too
near. She sees where he is--then suddenly she gives a leap--another
leap--and another--quickly! The tiger leaps after her--but she leaped
first! She is gone! She is safe!

[Illustration: The Buffaloes and the Blue Deer]

The tiger is furious. He stands a moment before the buffaloes,
growling with rage. But the bulls in front of the herd paw the ground,
and rattle their horns with one another. They are going to charge!

But that tiger does not wait for the charge of the bull buffaloes. He
does not want to be trampled into a mess under their hoofs, or cut up
into pieces with their horns. Instead, he sneaks away, growling. He
sneaks back to the stream, to wait for some other weak animal.

So, you see, the jungle folks are in many ways just like us; for a
brave man always helps a lady or anybody who needs his help.

But now let us watch the stream higher up.

_Wild Pigs--Careless_

Here come the _wild pigs_. They are not exactly a herd; but still
there are many dozens of them, all one large family with all their
relations--cousins and uncles and aunts. Some of the wild pigs are
called _boars_; they are the Papas among the wild pigs. You can always
tell them by the two _sharp tusks_, or teeth, one on each side, which
grow _upward_ from their under jaw. Each tusk is as long as a knife,
and so sharp that a tiger does not always care to fight with a boar.

The wild pigs drink in any fashion, and go off in any fashion--just as
they like. They trust to luck or to the sharp tusks of some of the
boars to guard them from danger. But they have not learned enough yet
to do things in proper order.

_Red Dogs--Bold, Fearing Nobody_

Meanwhile other animals have also come. The moon is now quite high in
the sky. A band of shadows in the moonlight seems to fall upon the
water. It is a pack of _red dogs_; they have come boldly, as they are
afraid of nothing. For if a hungry tiger attacks them, the whole pack
will jump on the tiger and tear him down--that is, the tiger could
kill dozens of the dogs in a few minutes, but then the rest of the
wild red dogs would tear the tiger to pieces.

So the red dogs are not afraid as they come flocking to the stream.
They lap up the wat