Joe laughed.
“Impossible,” he said. “Why, these revolver cartridges wouldn’t even stop it, let alone kill it. Not much chance of doing that. Then too, we want to find our party.”
But Bob persisted.
“I tell you we can get that elephant some way,” he went on. “As for finding the safari, well—I don’t believe a few minutes’ delay would make much difference. And I feel sure we’ll find them before long. But right now let’s get that elephant.”
“But how?” demanded the other.
The animal was about twenty yards away and seemed not to notice the human invaders. And the wind was blowing away from it, so that it could not get their scent.
As silently as they could the boys crept along through the tall grass, keeping their revolvers in readiness. Bob led the way, confident that he could manage to get an effective shot.
When within five yards of it, the young hunters stopped and waited. The little elephant had its back toward them, making it impossible to fire.
Then it turned and faced them, perhaps sensing danger.