66 TRAPPING WILD ANIMALS 
There was no need to shoot; it would have been 
like holding up a fan to fend off a cyclone. I hug- 
ged my tree, keeping my gun in position. I was 
discouraged; our efforts had been wasted and the 
herd was scattered. That would be a fine story to 
take back to the Sultan. 
When the elephants had passed, I called to the 
men. We lighted torches and searched for the 
injured. Three had been killed and twelve hurt, and 
I was thankful there weren’t more casualties. We 
buried the dead. Ali brought up my medical kit 
and helped me dress the wounds. 
After a few hours’ sleep, I found that I wasn’t 
quite so discouraged, and so I called the men to- 
gether and lectured them on the necessity of being 
careful. They showed no signs of mutiny, and so 
we started off again in search of the herd. It was 
not difficult to find them, for they cut a swath in 
the jungle to the point where they stopped, five miles 
from the scene of the stampede. 
Again I posted guides in the trees and spread 
out the drivers. Every man was alert, and, when 
night ended, we were considerably nearer the trap. 
In the minds of the elephants there seemed to be 
no connection between the noise that was driving 
them and the men they had seen the night before, 
and they went ahead peaceably. 
Leaving scouts to watch the herd, I gathered 
the men together and praised them. Success re- 
kindled the enthusiasm that had been damped by the 
