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Updated: May 10, 2025
"Absolutely safe!" the Chief Commissioner assured him. "The caparisons may be doused in the Nerbudda, but the howdahs will not be in the least wet." "What did she mean that she'd fetch them all back?" "She meant that Mitha Baba has been used in the High Hills for years before she was sent down to decoy wild elephants into the trap-stockades.
"And you say there was no sign from the tiger, but that Hantee Sahib knew when the instant was past?" the famous marksman repeated curiously. Carlin nodded. "But how did he know?" "Ask him," she said. "Huh," he muttered. "I might as well enquire of the Dane beastie." Fever Birds Carlin had been listless for a day or two. This was several weeks after her forty-two hours on Mitha Baba.
"Mitha Baba, I want him I want him!" And the elephant turned on a circle and caught him up, throwing him far enough back, so the Gul Moti could help him into the howdah. "My day is done!" he said bitterly. "Nay, father!" the girl physician answered him. "She knew you were not safe there." "Is it so?" the old man marvelled. "Indeed, she always loved me! Now I am satisfied!"
Not in the least unbalanced, he tipped back his head and took another drink from between his smoky fingers; then his glassless eye glittered out through the white burning of the noon, as he added: "But Mitha Baba would not chase a strange elephant, unless she positively knew the creature was running off with her own Gul Moti. . . . She's discriminating, is Mitha Baba.
Mitha Baba, without breaking her step, backed away from between them; and the impact of frightful blow meeting frightful blow, bruised through the outbreak of much trumpeting. As Mitha Baba went further and further from the fighters, the Gul Moti was amazed at the sounds of their meeting like explosions.
Just as the elephant lunged out to take her stride, the colourful voice that she had never refused to obey said: "Come near, Mitha Baba, come near!" Mitha Baba was not sure about it; she struck the voice aside with her head. But the voice was saying: "Mitha Baba, you may take me with you!"
The two bodies of elephants were plunging down the opposite sides of a deep khud and would meet in the broad bottom. Mitha Baba the big males on each side of her was setting the pace for this side, as if everything depended on time. But when they were quite close, she rushed ahead straight through the caravan and beyond.
Ram Yaksahn, his mahout whose voice had not been heard before cried out; and Mitha Baba went in like a thunder-bolt. How it happened no one could tell, but one of the wild elephants before Mitha Baba's rush, or in the instant when she reached him caught his tusk under Nut Kut's side-bands. They were made of heavy canvas, with chains on top.
It made them both touch the strange elephants, every few minutes; and always there was a storm of trumpeting all about. Gradually these outbreaks began to sound toward one side; but the direction kept changing so the Gul Moti made out that Mitha Baba was moving round and round on the outside of the mass. After a while they came again into the vicinity where the big males were still fighting.
But the wild herd broke away and ran shrieking up into the Vindha Hills. Coming down from Mitha Baba's neck between Skag's hands, the Gul Moti smiled into his anguished eyes. "Carlin! Are you safe?" he asked. "Safe now!" she answered. The tone of that low "now" startled him. "Where have you been?" he breathed. "Far " she said, "very far!" "But where?" he questioned.
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