ought your shot
at the buffalo might have been chance, but I can now see what you are
made of. Don't suppose, though, that I care so much about your being
able to kill a buffalo or an elephant, but it is the calmness of nerve
and the steadiness of eye I admire."

Just then we heard a cry, and looking round to ascertain whence it
proceeded, we saw a person perched up in a tree beckoning to us.
Leaving Solon, who was snuffing round and round the dead elephant, we
hurried on, when, as we got near the tree, I recognised Dango. He cried
out that he was too much hurt to descend, and entreated that some of our
people would come up and help him to do so. We waited with great
anxiety till he was got down, which was done by means of the ropes with
which the horses were tethered. Poor fellow! he seemed to be in a state
of great suffering, and looked almost starved. He was placed on the
grass, and as soon as a few drops of spirits and water had been poured
down his throat he was able to speak. He then told us, that after I had
been separated from Nowell and him, and Solon had run after me, they had
set off to try and find me. It was, however, close upon sunset when
they reached this spot. They very soon discovered the traces of an
elephant, and were looking about to ascertain whether he was in front of
them, when a loud crashing of the boughs was heard, and he emerged from
the jungle close to them. He first made at Dango, who knew that the
most dangerous thing he could do was to fly, unless he had a tree near
at hand behind which he could conceal himself; so facing the elephant he
boldly stood his ground, hoping that Nowell would kill the monster, or
that he should be able to leap out of his way. Now on came the
elephant, trumpeting loudly. Nowell lifted his rifle and fired.
Dreadful was the momentary suspense. With a cry of rage the elephant
threw himself at Dango. The Moor leaped aside, but not far enough to
prevent the elephant from knocking him over with his trunk, and putting
one of his huge feet on his leg. He would have been killed had not
Nowell shouted and shrieked, to draw off the elephant's attention, while
he was reloading his rifle. He succeeded almost too soon, and the brute
rushed at him. He fired, but his eye had lost its accustomed exactness,
or his nerves were shaken, for again he missed hitting a vital part.
The moment Dango found himself free, he crawled away towards a tree at
some little distanc