own breast, and smiled.

So did Quashy, with compound interest. Spotted Tiger looked puzzled,
shook his head, and also smiled.

"He t'ink you wants him to shoot you," said Quashy.

"No, no, that's not it," said Lawrence, with a somewhat abashed look at
the Indian. "I want you to take us out shooting--hunting, you
know--_hunting_."

As Tiger did _not_ know the word "hunting" he continued to shake his
head with a puzzled air.

Every one who has tried it knows what a silly, almost imbecile, feeling
comes over one when one attempts the communication of ideas in dumb
show. Feelings of this sort affected our hero very keenly. He
therefore, while continuing the pantomime, kept up a running or
interjectional accompaniment in the English language.

"Look here, Tiger," he said, impressively, taking up two sticks which he
made to represent a bow and arrow, and placing them in position, "I want
to go hunting with you--hunting--shooting the jaguar."

"Yes, de jaguar--tiger, you know," said Quashy, who, in his anxiety to
get the savage to understand, imitated his master's actions, and could
not refrain from occasionally supplementing his speech.

As a tiger-skin chanced to be hanging on a bush near to the fire,
Lawrence completed his pantomime by throwing his mimic arrow against
that.

A gleam of intelligence suffused the face of the savage. Stalking into
his hut, he returned with a bow considerably longer than himself, and an
arrow, also of great length. Retiring to a distance from the
jaguar-skin above referred to, he bent his bow quickly, and sent an
arrow straight through the middle of it, thereafter raising himself with
a look of pride.

"Why, the fellow thinks I want him to show off his powers of shooting,"
said Lawrence.

"So he do--de idjit!" said Quashy.

With much anxiety of expression, great demonstration of vigorous action,
and many painful efforts of inventive genius, the two men tried to
convey their wishes to that son of the soil, but all in vain. At last
in desperation Quashy suddenly seized the jaguar-skin, threw it over his
own shoulders, placed a long pole in Lawrence's hands, and said--

"Now, massa, you look out, I's agwine to spring at you, and you stick
me."

He uttered a mighty roar as he spoke, and bounded towards his master,
who, entering at once into the spirit of the play, received him on the
point of his spear, whereupon the human jaguar instantly fell and
revelled for a few seco