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"A tiger comes quick as a punch in the eye!"
Hawkes, with is head on a tree-stump and his rifle on his knees, fast asleep on a fallen monument beside the temple pool, snored louder than the bullfrogs. Sun was rising very dimly through a gray mist and the pool was like a mirror ruined by the damp--no ripple on it, but a patchwork of leaden lanes with silver-gray between them. Kali's temple drooled, gray-ugly; it was like an ant-heap, except that the mist made semi-luminous the green of its marauding foliage, redeeming it a little. Two huge elephants--blue-black phantoms looking twice their real size --swayed amid trees at the edge of the jungle. Out of sight of those, but visible from where Hawkes lay, two other elephants stood stock-still waiting to be told to kneel and be unloaded; they were on the opposite side of the temple--away from the river. A minah-bird squinted at Hawkes from a burned stump, scolded at something--and took wing.