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"He will come back!" Carlin whispered. Nels loosed now, but sat by his game sat upon his haunches, bringing first-aid cleansing to his shoulders and chest, where the pinned tusker had worn against him in the battle. . . . All in astonishingly few seconds the blue beast still with an isolated kick or two. It was as Carlin said.
"A big tusker, named Mowla Buksh, was being taken by his mahowt to drink and bathe, according to custom, when it was observed that the elephant seemed to be out of temper. Just then one of the fodder-cutters chanced to pass by. "`Keep out of his way, cried the mahowt, in a warning tone. `There's something wrong with him to-day. I won't bathe him, I think.
Through the wide gateway he saw five or six men fleeing across the farther courtyard, which was surrounded by a high wall. Behind them rushed a huge tusker elephant, ears and tail cocked, eyes aflame with rage. He overtook one man, struck him down with his trunk, trod him to pulp, and then pursued the others. Some of them, crazed with terror, tried to climb the walls.
Once, when almost at close quarters with an old boar, he was stooping down to meet the tusker with a low thrust. His wife and Sir Arnold were some twenty paces behind him, and all three had become separated from the huntsmen. Seeing the position and the solitude, the Lady Goda turned her meaning eyes to her companion.
"Move on! Break through their line!" commanded Sully. Phil turned and waved his hand. "They are going to try to break through, Mr. Kennedy," he called. Kennedy uttered several quick commands. The Sully elephants swung down toward him, their trunks raised high in the air. The leader, a big tusker, uttered a shrill cry. It was the elephants' battle cry, but Phil did not know it. Kennedy did.
But, as they want salt very much, the big animals tramp along the two miles of fence toward the salty place, and, knowing the elephants will do this, the hunters are ready for them. Now I shall tell you what happened. For a few minutes longer Tusker stood swaying in the jungle.
They had not gone very far before, all of a sudden, Tusker stopped and raised his trunk in the air. "Be careful!" he cried. "I smell danger! I smell the man smell! Oh, elephants, I fear something is going to happen." And something did happen. From behind the herd of elephants, and from both sides of them, came a terrible noise.
Jack had not the faintest idea that so ponderous a beast could move at such a pace, and he stared with fascinated eyes at the extraordinary sight. The "rogue" was an immense tusker, a big, wild, savage-looking brute, who charged with up-lifted trunk, and now trumpeted with so tremendous a note that the jungle and the hill-sides rang with the hoarse thunder.
These shots might only have the effect of incensing it still more, and causing it to stay upon the ground to an indefinite period. It was a true rogue Ossaroo had long since pronounced it one and an "old tusker" at that.
Straightway, therefore, went the tusker, leaving great holes in the mud at each footprint as if a tree had been uprooted there, gave a mighty shove to the recalcitrant log, and there was peace again in the camp. For stacking lumber the elephant is especially useful.
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