“Doesn’t sound very nice, does it?” asked Bob. “No, we’d better be content to watch those elephants from a safe distance.”
“Shucks!” Joe frowned. “I want pictures of them. How am I going to get them without getting close?”
“All right. Have it your own way. But I’m not going to take any chances.”
Cautiously the boys stalked through the high grass toward the elephant herd. Luckily the wind was blowing in their faces, so that the elephants did not catch the human scent. And as these huge brutes have comparatively short eyesight, the chums were able to move very close.
“How’s this?” asked Bob.
“Up a little farther,” urged Joe, holding the camera ready.
They were within twenty yards of the huge lumbering beasts and were naturally looking on with great interest.
There was a thick growth of tall bushes a little to one side. Joe suggested that they plunge into this so as to be able to get nearer to the elephants.
Then they heard a loud crashing noise, the sound of a heavy body plunging through the brush. It was coming from around a bend in a narrow trail.