ioo GUN, RIFLE, AND HOUND. 



results with them at game, but I never gave them a 

 fair chance. I once saw a trial of them at a hundred 

 yards, the target being a mark on a brick wall, and 

 they then appeared to combine accuracy and smashing 

 power. This was the only day I ever used them at 

 big game. They were, of course, only meant for use 

 in smooth-bores. 



Next morning we started early. F , of course, 



had his elephant rifle, as far as I remember an 

 8 -bore. In less than an hour we were on the fresh 

 tracks of the brute. He was evidently moving on 



rather rapidly. F ; s tracker followed the trail 



almost at a trot, and it was rather hot work keeping 

 him in sight. 



At length it was obvious we were close to the 

 elephant, but still he kept on heading more and more 

 into the thickest jungle. We heard no sound. 



" Nasty dangerous brute," whispered F ; " we 



shall hear him before we see him, I bet." 



A minute or two after the tracker stopped and 

 pointed to a branch which was still oscillating 

 violently. He could not be a minute before us. We 

 all stopped and looked intently among the thick 

 trees. 



With a scream of rage the rogue crashed out at 

 us. We all fired, I think. The - tracker ran towards 

 Will, the elephant in close pursuit. Will fired again 

 and turned to run. The tracker had slipped out of 



the way. F and I both fired as the elephant 



passed between us, but for once his hand had lost 

 its cunning. Reloading as we went, we ran after 



