ments,
nothing but struggling legs, trunk, and tail being visible above the
long grass!"

"Hooray!" shouted Junkie, unable to restrain himself.

"Just what my man Quin said," continued Jackman. "Only he added,
`Musha!' `Thunder-an'-turf,' and `Well, I niver!' And well he might,
too, for none of us ever saw such a sight before. But the victory was
not quite gained yet, for the rogue sprang up with amazing agility, and,
refusing again to face such a terrible foe, he ran away, pursued hotly
and clamorously by the whole khedda. I made my mahowt keep as close to
Chand Moorut as possible, wishing to be in at the death. Suddenly a
louder uproar in advance, and a shrill trumpeting assured me that the
rogue had again been brought to bay.

"Although somewhat exhausted and shaken by his flight and the tremendous
knock down, he fought viciously, and kept all his smaller foes at a
respectful distance by repeated charges, until Chand Moorut again came
up and laid him flat with another irresistible charge. He staggered to
his feet again, however, and now the other fighting elephants, Raj
Mungul, Isri Pershad, and others, were brought into action. These
attacked the rogue furiously, knocking him down when he attempted to
rise, and belabouring him with their trunks until he was thoroughly
exhausted. Then one of the khedda men crept up behind him on foot, with
thick ropes fitted for the purpose of tying him, and fixed them on the
rogue's hind legs. But the brave man paid heavily for his daring. He
was still engaged with the ropes when the animal suddenly kicked out and
broke the poor fellow's thigh. He was quickly lifted up and taken to
camp.

"Not so quickly, however, was the rogue taken to camp! As it was
growing dark, some of us resolved to bivouac where the capture had been
made, and tied our captive to a tree. Next morning we let him go with
only a hind leg hobbled, so that he might find breakfast for himself.
Then, having disposed of our own breakfast, we proceeded to induce our
prisoner to go along with us--a dangerous and difficult operation. As
long as he believed that he might go where he pleased, we could induce
him to take a few steps, forward, but the moment he understood what we
were driving at, he took the sulks, like an enormous spoilt child, and
refused to move. The koonkies were therefore brought up, and Raj
Mungul, going behind, gave him a shove that was irresistible. He lost
temper and turned fur