, and
trees, in the midst of confusion and rumpus utterly inconceivable,
therefore beyond my powers of description! We had to look out sharply
in this chase, for we were passing under branches at times. One of
these caught my man Quin, and swept him clean off his pad. But he fell
on his feet, unhurt, and was quickly picked up and re-seated.

"In a short time we came in sight of the rogue, who suddenly turned at
bay and confronted us. The entire khedda came to a most inglorious
halt, for our heavy fighters had been left behind in the race, and the
others dared not face the foe. Seeing this, he suddenly dashed into the
midst of us, and went straight for the elephant on which our director
and his wife were seated! Fortunately, a big tree, chancing to come in
the rogue's way, interfered with his progress. He devoted his energies
to it for a few moments. Then he took to charging furiously at
everything that came in his way, and was enjoying himself with this
little game when Chand Moorut once more appeared on the scene! The
rogue stopped short instantly. It was evident that he recognised a
foeman, worthy of his steel, approaching. Chand Moorut advanced with
alacrity. The rogue eyed him with a sinister expression. There was no
hesitation on either side. Both warriors were self-confident;
nevertheless, they did not rush to the battle. Like equally-matched
veterans they advanced with grim purpose and wary deliberation. With
heads erect, and curled trunks, they met, more like wrestlers than
swordsmen, each seeming to watch for a deadly grip. Suddenly they
locked their trunks together, and began to sway to and fro with awful
evidence of power, each straining his huge muscles to the uttermost--the
conflict of Leviathan and Behemoth!

"For only a few minutes did the result seem doubtful to the hundreds of
spectators, who, on elephant-back or hill-side, gazed with glaring eyes
and bated breath, and in profound silence. The slightly superior bulk
and weight of our gladiator soon began to tell. The rogue gave way,
slightly. Chand Moorut, with the skill of the trained warrior or the
practised pugilist, took instant advantage of the move. With the rush
of a thunder-bolt he struck the rogue with his head on the shoulder.
The effect was terrific. It caused him to turn a complete somersault
into the jungle, where he fell with a thud and a crash that could be
heard far and near, and there he lay sprawling for a few mo