“They stood thus:—­Immediately opposite and facing me was the wounded one-tusked bull.  He was leaning his bulk against a dead thorn-tree, the only one in the place, and looked very sick indeed.  Near him stood the second bull as though keeping a watch over him.  The third elephant was a good deal nearer to me and broadside on.  While I was still staring at them, this elephant suddenly walked off and vanished down a path in the bush to the right.

“There are now two things to be done—­either I could go back to the camp and advance upon the elephants at dawn, or I could attack them at once.  The first was, of course, by far the wiser and safer course.  To engage one elephant by moonlight and single-handed is a sufficiently rash proceeding; to tackle three was little short of lunacy.  But, on the other hand, I knew that they would be on the march again before daylight, and there might come another day of weary trudging before I could catch them up, or they might escape me altogether.

“‘No,’ I thought to myself, ’faint heart never won fair tusk.  I’ll risk it, and have a slap at them.  But how?’ I could not advance across the open, for they would see me; clearly the only thing to do was to creep round in the shadow of the bush and try to come upon them so.  So I started.  Seven or eight minutes of careful stalking brought me to the mouth of the path down which the third elephant had walked.  The other two were now about fifty yards from me, and the nature of the wall of bush was such that I could not see how to get nearer to them without being discovered.  I hesitated, and peeped down the path which the elephant had followed.  About five yards in, it took a turn round a shrub.  I thought that I would just have a look behind it, and advanced, expecting that I should be able to catch a sight of the elephant’s tail.  As it happened, however, I met his trunk coming round the corner.  It is very disconcerting to see an elephant’s trunk when you expect to see his tail, and for a moment I stood paralyzed almost under the vast brute’s head, for he was not five yards from me.  He too halted, threw up his trunk and trumpeted preparatory to a charge.  I was in for it now, for I could not escape either to the right or left, on account of the bush, and I did not dare turn my back.  So I did the only thing that I could do—­raised the rifle and fired at the black mass of his chest.  It was too dark for me to pick a shot; I could only brown him, as it were.

“The shot rung out like thunder on the quiet air, and the elephant answered it with a scream, then dropped his trunk and stood for a second or two as still as though he had been cut in stone.  I confess that I lost my head; I ought to have fired my second barrel, but I did not.  Instead of doing so, I rapidly opened my rifle, pulled out the old cartridge from the right barrel and replaced it.  But before I could snap the breech to, the bull was at me.  I saw his great trunk fly up like a brown beam, and I waited no longer.  Turning, I fled for dear life, and after me thundered the elephant.  Right into the open glade I ran, and then, thank Heaven, just as he was coming up with me the bullet took effect on him.  He had been shot right through the heart, or lungs, and down he fell with a crash, stone dead.