“How lovely!” I said, as my eyes wandered round.
“What! To be killed by a snake?”
“No, no; this scenery.”
“Oh yes; and Brace seems to be enjoying it too. I say, you don’t seem so thick with him as you were, squire.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I said indifferently.
“Well, I do, and I think you are foolish. Brace is a thorough good fellow. Better stick to him, even if he does stir you up. He’ll make a man of you, without winning your money at cards.”
Snork!
The elephant we were on trumpeted, and those behind threw up their trunks, and seemed to echo the huge beast’s cry.
“Look out!” said the doctor. “Rifles!”
For, about a hundred yards in front, there was something moving among the trees, and soon after a couple of the huge Indian buffaloes walked out into the open track in front, threw up their heads, one touching the other with his wide-spreading horns, and stood staring at us, as if puzzled at what he saw.