own, gored him with his tusks, and kicked him after
the fashion of enraged elephants. Of course the poor man was instantly
killed. When this deed was done, Mowlah Buksh seemed to feel that,
having lost his character, he might as well go on in his course of
mischief. He became wild with fury, and kept throwing his head back in
a vain endeavour to seize his mahowt with his trunk and kill him also.
In this effort he failed. The mahowt, though old, was active and
strong. He managed to hold on and sit so far back on the elephant's
hind quarters as to be just out of reach. Luckily the brute did not
think of shaking him off.

"Had he attempted that, he would soon have succeeded. The poor man
would have fallen to the ground and been killed. Finding that he could
not accomplish his purpose, the infuriated animal rushed towards the
camp, where the khedda or hunting elephants were, and where, as I have
said, our Director had pitched his tent. My own tent was close beside
his.

"The first I heard of what was going on was from Quin, who came running
into my tent, where I was sitting quietly at the time, cleaning my
rifle. Quin's eyes were starting out of his head, and there was, I
assure you, nothing of the pleasant smile that rests on his face at this
moment!

"`Och, sor!' gasped Quin, `Bowla Muk--no--Mowla Buksh--has gone mad
entoirely!'

"I jumped up quickly, you may believe, for I didn't often see _that_
look on Quin's face, and when I did, I knew well that something very
serious was in the wind.

"`Where away is he?' I asked.

"`Sorrow wan o' me knows, sor,' said Quin.

"Rushing out with no very fixed purpose in view, I soon found that the
shouting in the camp was a sufficient guide to the spot where the
mischief was going on. In a few minutes I came on a cordon of
musketeers who had been hastily drawn up, so as to prevent Mowla Buksh
from getting at the other elephants, for if he had succeeded in doing
so, he would certainly have gone knocking about the smaller ones,
perhaps maiming them, and killing every man who might chance to come in
his path. On the other hand, if the musketeers managed to turn him,
there was the danger of his making for the main camp, and killing every
one he could lay hold of in that direction.

"Of course the thought of turning out the big fighting elephants to
master him occurred to every one; but even here there would be risk, for
these gladiators would not rest content withou