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Forrester's attention was diverted from the Chinaman by the appearance of his friends, whom the sound of his lucky shot had drawn through the copse.
"By Jinks!" Jackson cried as they came up, "you killed him!"
"I never made such a fluke in my life," Forrester replied. "Come and have a look at him."
They found that the bullet, entering behind the ear, had passed clean through the animal's brain.
"You must take his tusks," Jackson went on. "It would be simply idiotic not to carry home the trophies of your first elephant. That's a job for Sher Jang."
"Where is he?" Forrester asked.
"Ay, where?" Mackenzie echoed. "He's a queer sort of shikari to run from an elephant."
"We can't fling a stone at him over that," Forrester remarked, with a laugh. "Let's get back to camp, and send him up. I dare say the men would relish elephant meat for supper."
As they turned towards the camp, the Chinaman's strange words recurred to Forrester's mind.