Confounded, Corbett asked if they had attempted to stop the tiger. Indeed, they had—the men from the group sprinted to the nearest village to gather reinforcements, including several poachers who had unlicensed guns. The assembled rescue party, now fifty or sixty in number, followed the blood trail along the length of the valley, banging drums and firing muzzle-loaders in the air as they did so, hoping to scare the tiger away from its victim—which they actually were able to accomplish.
