hole huge
body that had something to do with a wide swinging of the head. 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. Mitha Baba rocked on her feet a moment, calling a
curious low call--a question, softly spoken. At once there was the sound
of rapid movement in front. Then Mitha Baba literally whirled--plunging
away at incredible speed--almost exactly in the opposite direction from
the one she had been facing.

Doctor Carlin Deal Hantee tried to remember Skag--tried to remember her
own name. She locked herself about that neck with her strength--she
clung with her might. She flattened her body and gripped with her
fingers and with her toes--long since having kicked off her low shoes.
Away and away they went, coming out into the moonlight--long enough to
see a mass of dun shadows rising and falling, lurching and rolling, on
all sides. Surely the Gul Moti had known that this was a wild elephant
herd--these hours. Surely the Gul Moti had heard the "toiling" of them
in! But what was Mitha Baba going to do with them--now that she had them?

Down the long slopes and up the steep inclines--the two big elephants
close on either side of Mitha Baba--plunging into khuds and out
again--most of the time up-ended, one way or the other, at astounding
angles--the wild herd raced with Mitha Baba toward whatever destination
she might choose.

Dawn broke upon them while they were still in the very rugged hills; and
as the mountain outlines cleared of mist, the Gul Moti saw that Mitha
Baba was leading her catch straight away back to Hurda. True to her
training--there being no trap-stockades near--the toiler was taking them
home! The situation was absurd; but it roused the Gul Moti--like one out
of a dream--to actual joy.

Through grey avenues of forest trees--rolling down khuds, ringing up
crags--the voice of Nut Kut went on out beyond the mountain peaks, to
meet approaching day. Nut Kut, the great black elephant who had been
trapped in these same Vindha Hills only a few years ago, was rejoicing in
freedom again. Nut Kut, who had already made his reputation as the most
dea