“Too bad I was too scared to take movies of that charge,” moaned Joe. “They’d sure have been interesting.”
“You ought to be glad you’re here,” said Bob. “Let’s get back to the safari.”
The chums had not gone far on the plain when they met their fathers and Noko, who had set out to secure a better view of the distant herd of elephants.
“We heard a rifle shot,” said Mr. Lewis. “What was the meaning of it?”
The youths looked at each other. They had been a bit foolish in moving so close to the elephants, especially since neither carried a rifle large enough to be effective against such large brutes.
“An elephant charged us,” said Bob at last.
“He did? Tell us about it.” Mr. Holton’s interest was aroused at once.
Aided by his friend, Bob related the encounter as accurately as he could.
When he had finished, the naturalists looked grave.
“You shouldn’t take chances like that, boys,” Mr. Holton said. “Luck can’t hold out forever, you know.”