Presently Jana, having finished with the camel, followed us, and without any difficulty located us in that tree.  He walked all round it considering the situation.  Then he wound his huge trunk about the bole of the tree and, putting out his strength, tried to pull it over.  It was an anxious moment, but this particular child of the forest had not grown there for some hundreds of years, withstanding all the shocks of wind, weather and water, in order to be laid low by an elephant, however enormous.  It shook a little—­no more.  Abandoning this attempt as futile, Jana next began to try to dig it up by driving his tusk under its roots.  Here, too, he failed because they grew among stones which evidently jarred him.

Ceasing from these agricultural efforts with a deep rumble of rage, he adopted yet a third expedient.  Rearing his huge bulk into the air he brought down his forefeet with all the tremendous weight of his great body behind them on to the sloping trunk of the tree just below where the branches sprang, perhaps twelve or thirteen feet above the ground.  The shock was so heavy that for a moment I thought the tree would be uprooted or snapped in two.  Thank Heaven! it held, but the vibration was such that Hans and I were nearly shaken out of the upper branches, like autumn apples from a bough.  Indeed, I think I should have gone had not the monkey-like Hans, who had toes to cling with as well as fingers, gripped me by the collar.

Thrice did Jana repeat this manoeuvre, and at the third onslaught I saw to my horror that the roots were loosening.  I heard some of them snap, and a crack appeared in the ground not far from the bole.  Fortunately Jana never noted these symptoms, for abandoning a plan which he considered unavailing, he stood for a while swaying his trunk and lost in gentle thought.

“Hans,” I whispered, “load the rifle quick!  I can get him in the spine or the other eye.”

“Wet powder won’t go off, Baas,” groaned Hans.  “The water got to it in the river.”

“No,” I answered, “and it is all your fault for making me shoot at him when I could take no aim.”

“It would have been just the same, Baas, for the rifle went under water also when we fell from the camel, and the cap would have been damp, and perhaps the powder too.  Also the shot made Jana stop for a moment.”

This was true, but it was maddening to be obliged to sit there with an empty gun, when if I had but one charge, or even my pistol, I was sure that I could have blinded or crippled this satanic pachyderm.

A few minutes later Jana played his last card.  Coming quite close to the trunk of the tree he reared himself up as before, but this time stretched out his forelegs so that these and his body were supported on the broad bole.  Then he elongated his trunk and with it began to break off boughs which grew between us and him.

“I don’t think he can reach us,” I said doubtfully to Hans, “that is, unless he brings a stone to stand on.”