though the three had set out that morning with a wholesome dread of the elephant, and a determination to go about their reconnoissance with caution, their joy at the discovery of the ledges, and the eagerness with which they were scanning them, had for the moment banished from their minds all thoughts of the great quadruped. they were thinking only of ledges and ladders, and talking loudly of how the latter might best be made and placed upon the former.
just then, and just at the moment ossaroo descended from the obelisk rock, fritz, who had been prowling about among the trees, set up a fearful baying—such another as that to which he had given utterance on the night when the elephant had paid its visit to the hut.
there was a certain intonation of terror in the dog’s voice—as if whatever called it forth was something that inspired him with fear. the apprehension that it was the elephant occurred to all three at once; and with a simultaneous impulse they faced towards the spot whence the baying of the dog appeared to proceed. simultaneously, too, they clutched more firmly their respective weapons—karl his rifle, caspar his double-barrel, and ossaroo his bow, with an arrow at the string.
it is superfluous to say, that there was a certain amount of consternation visible in the countenances of all three; which was rather increased than diminished by the sight of fritz dashing suddenly out of the underwood, and running towards them at full speed, with his tail considerably below the horizontal. fritz, moreover, was giving utterance to something that very closely resembled a howl. the dog had evidently been attacked by some animal that had put him to flight; and his masters knew that it must be a formidable creature that was causing the variant fritz to behave in such an ignominious manner.
they were not kept long in doubt as to the character of fritz’s conqueror and pursuer: for close behind his hips, almost touching them, appeared a long, cylindrical, or trumpet-shaped object, of a bluish-grey colour, protruding between two yellowish crescents, like a pair of huge ivory horns. behind those appeared a pair of large ears, like flaps of sole leather; and in the rear of these last appendages came the round, massive form of an enormous elephant!
crashing through the underwood, the monstrous creature soon cleared his body from the timber, and rushed straight across the open ground—winding his terrible trumpet as he went. he was following fritz as straight as he could go, and evidently enraged at the dog.
the latter, on escaping from the tangle of the thicket, made direct for the spot occupied by his masters—thus directing the elephant upon them.
it was no longer a question of protecting fritz from his formidable pursuer; for the elephant, on seeing three adversaries more worthy of his tusks, seemed to forget all about the puny four-footed creature who had provoked him; and at once directed his attack upon the upright bipeds—as if resolved to punish them for the misbehaviour of their subordinate.
the three, standing close together, saw at a glance that fritz was no longer the object of the elephant’s animosity: for the massive monster was now charging directly down upon them.
there was no time for concerted counsel—neither to take nor to give it. each had to act upon his own instinct; and following this each acted. karl sent the bullet from his rifle right between the tusks of the advancing foe; while caspar fired both barrels of his piece “bang” into the forehead of the monster. ossaroo’s arrow was seen sticking through the elephant’s trunk; and the moment after ossaroo’s heels were presented to the enemy.
karl and caspar also ran: for it would have been sheer madness to have remained a moment longer in that perilous proximity. indeed, it is but justice to the shikaree to say, that karl and caspar ran first: for they had been the first to deliver their fire; and as soon as they had done so, each scampered as he best could. they ran together; and fortunately for both a large tree was near, with low horizontal limbs, which favoured a rapid ascent towards its top.
there was only a second of time between the commencement of their flight and that of ossaroo; but short as it was, it decided the preference of the pursuer, and ossaroo became the sole object of pursuit.
the shikaree would fain have made for the tree, to which the others were retreating; but the proboscis of the elephant was already so far advanced in that direction, that there was every probability it might get lapped upon him before he could climb beyond reach. for a moment he was in a dilemma, and his customary coolness seemed to have forsaken him.
the elephant was advancing upon him, its little switch of a tail oscillating rapidly in the air, and its trunk stretched horizontally towards him, with ossaroo’s own arrow still sticking in it. it seemed to know that it was he who had sent that skewer through its gristly snout—perhaps giving it far more pain than the leaden missiles that had flattened against its thick skull; and for this reason it had chosen him as the first victim of its vengeance.
in truth, ossaroo’s position was one of extreme peril—so much so that karl and caspar—now perceiving themselves comparatively safe from the pursuit—uttered a simultaneous cry: both believing that their faithful guide and follower was on the point of “coming to grief.”
ossaroo seemed bewildered at the very imminence of the danger. but it was only for a moment—only while he hesitated as to whether he should try to reach the tree. on perceiving that he could not do this with a fair chance of safety, he turned and ran in an opposite direction.
whither? to the obelisk. yes, by good fortune, the pillar from which he had just descended was only ten paces distant; and ossaroo, in returning towards it, measured the ground with less than five. flinging away his now useless weapons, he clutched hold of the prominent points of the rock, and “swarmed” up it like a squirrel.
he had good occasion to employ all his powers of agility. a second—half a second more—and he would have been too late: for ere he had reached the summit of the pillar, the digit point of the elephant’s trunk was inserted under the skirt of his tunic; and had the garment been of tougher material; ossaroo would have been jerked back to the ground more rapidly than he had ascended.
as it was, the cotton fabric—frail from long wear and exposure—gave way with a loud “screed;” and although the shikaree was stripped of his coat-tail, and suffered a rather ignominious exposure, still he had the satisfaction of knowing that to this circumstance he was indebted for the safety of his skin.
