about eight in the evening
`` We at once fired three shots , our usual signal that the tiger was dead , and in a few minutes were surrounded by the villagers , who hardly knew whether to be delighted at the death of their enemy , or to grieve over the injury to the fakir . We proposed taking the latter to our hospital at Jubbalpore , but this he positively refused to listen to . However , we finally persuaded him to allow his arm to be set and the wounds dressed in the first place by our regimental surgeon , after which he could go to one of the native villages and have his arm dressed in accordance with his own notions . A litter was soon improvised , and away we went to Jubbalpore , which we reached about eight in the evening . `` The fakir refused to enter the hospital , so we brought out a couple of trestles , laid the litter upon them , and the surgeon set his arm and dressed his wounds by torchlight , when he was lifted into a dhoolie , and his bearers again prepared to start for the village . `` Hitherto he had only spoken a few words ; but he now briefly expressed his deep gratitude to Simmonds and myself . We told him that we would ride over to see him shortly , and hoped to find him getting on rapidly .