CHAPTER LXXVI. 

 DICK BROWNELL'S LAST EXPLOIT IN INDIA. 



THE bulky body of the "rogue" ele 

 pliant, which had killed the poor native, 

 Jack, and had in turn been shot by Mr. 

 Godkin, still lay where it had fallen near 

 the edge of the jungle. The sight of the 

 carcass was so striking that seven spec 

 tators were grouped around, surveying it 

 with emotions of inquiring wonder. 



Those seven spectators were the ele 

 phants that our friends had seen bathing 

 in the pool. They formed a unique pic- 

 ture, indeed, their interest manifestly as 

 deep as any person's could have been. 



The ponies were sweeping along on 

 a sharp gallop, when the bull elephant 

 uttered that peculiar "///<// / " by which 

 he apprised the other members of his 

 family, not only of danger, but located it by extend 

 ing his trunk toward the horsemen. 



" By George 1 there they are 1 " was the excited exclama 

 tion of Dick, forgetting his bruises in his delight at catching 

 sight of the very herd for which they were searching. The 

 brutes seemed to be frightened at the appearance of the 

 hunters, and started tumultuously into the jungle, taking the 

 same path they had previously followed when going to the 

 pool to bathe. 



"Now is our time," added Mr. Godkin, hardly less 

 excited than his companion ; "let's hurry after them." 



The ponies required no attention, since they were 

 sure to await the return of their masters. The latter took 

 their rifles, and Dick carried the indis- 

 pensable rubber rope, the two making 

 straight for the spoor, over which they 

 passed at a run. 



As they neared the pool they slackened 



GOLDEN TROOOWS. their pace, and when they caught sight of 



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