I 74 IN THE INDIAN JUNGLE. 



It must be the rogue ! A still further advance was 

 made, and yet it had not taken the alarm. Another 

 twenty yards and it would be near enough for 

 a shot. Squeal ! Squeal ! What is that ? A baby 

 elephant ! And now its mother shows itself, and 

 then another and another. Pshaw ! Not the rogue 

 after all ! Merely a herd of wild elephants. An- 

 other such disappointment and this plan had also 

 to be given up. Theobald was at his wits' end. 

 There was no getting a shot at the wary brute. He 

 now bethought him of some of his Sholiga friends. 

 The Sholigas are a wild race inhabiting the Belli- 

 gherry Rungan Hills on the Kollegal frontier, 

 and are the most expert trackers of wild beasts in 

 the world, besides being better acquainted with 

 the habits of elephants than any other people. 

 Boomay Gowda, a Sholiga headman (and the ex- 

 pert tracker referred to in the chapter headed 

 "At the Kheddahs"), was under obligation to 

 Theobald. The latter therefore decided to send 

 for him and ask his advice. Boomay Gowda 

 arrived. 



" I will bring the mad elephant to the dor ay 

 (gentleman)," he said when he had heard the 

 whole story. 



" Bring the mad elephant to me, Boomay Gowda ! 

 What ? Are you mad yourself ? " 



' The dor ay will see. Give me a week's time, 

 and I will make the Ahnay Payee come up to 

 your place of concealment, so that you can shoot 

 him." 



The old man would give no further information. 



