CHAPTER II 
THE FIGHT WITH THE FOUR 
‘Bwana, dembo! ’ (Master, elephant!) whis¬ 
pered Simba, my tracker bubbling over with ex 
citement, as he wakened me. 
‘ Dembo, my boy, wappe ? ’ (Elephant, my boy, 
where ?) I asked, opening my eyes and rising at 
once to a sitting posture. 
4 Karebu, bwana! (Near, master!) I have 
just heard the crash of a falling tree a few 
hundred yards away.’ 
Grasping the situation, I listened intently for a 
few minutes, heard the snap of a breaking branch, 
and knew that Simba had not erred in his sur¬ 
mise ; but as it was only four o’clock in the 
morning and nothing could be done till dawn, 
some two hours later, I turned over, pulled my 
blanket about me and fell soundly asleep again. 
During the whole of the previous day we had 
kept doggedly on the spoor of four big tuskers, 
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