speed, while Guru had instructions
to inspan and move the camp to this spot, it being possible for the
wagon to get around the forest from the south. The Masai who were left,
at once fell to work, von Hofe directing them while he listened.

The two boys told the story of the hunt together, freely confessing that
at first they had been too much frightened to take good aim. The course
of their bullets was followed, von Hofe carefully pocketing the sliver
of ivory that had so nearly done for Amir Ali.

"It iss no matter," he said. "I can it fix when I set him up.
Ach--vait, vait! My camera!"

He hastily brushed the five Masai off the carcass and photographed it
from every angle, then posed the boys with their rifles, each holding
out an ear of the huge beast. The elephant had rolled back until its
head lay on the ground, trunk extended, between its fore-legs, and the
two boys looked and felt very small indeed as they stood on each side of
the massive head.

An hour later the remaining Masai arrived and all fell to work on the
skinning. The explorer built up the fire, making a great smoke signal
that would guide Guru and Gholab for miles, but it was not until evening
that the slow ox-team crawled up to them and was outspanned. In place of
a zareba, the traps were set out, but there was to be no rest for the
skinners. While great fires were lighted, before which strings of
elephant meat were roasted, they worked far into the night getting off
the skin of the Rogue.

"How long will we be here, Doctor?" asked the explorer anxiously.

"We have not enough men to pare down the skin inside of a week," said
the scientist. "However, the wagon can stand the weight, and we can let
the paring go. With two days of drying in the sun and one day to rub in
the chemicals, we will go."

"Three days," nodded Schoverling, and turned to the boys. "Well, boys, I
needn't say that I'm sorry not to have had a shot at the brute, for poor
Mowbray's sake, but I'll donate a case with his shattered rifle, his
letter, watch, and pictures of the Rogue to the Club when we get back.
So you both get the credit for him together, eh?"

"I guess so," said Jack. "I didn't do much to knock him over. Chuck did
that. But I got in the two shots that finished him."

"Jack stopped him all right," protested Charlie, "with that bullet in
the head, when he charged us on three legs. Honest, General, even after
he went down the second time, I was scared stiff wh