“Well, Ossy,” asked Caspar, who was the first to speak, “what news? Have you seen anything more of the rogue?”
“Ah, rogue indeed!” replied Ossaroo, in a tone expressive of some secret fear. “You speakee true, sahib; the rogue, if he no worse.”
“Why, what now? Have you seen anything since you left us?”
“Seen, sahibs! Where you tinkee he now gone?”
“Where?”
“Hee go for de hut.”
“For the hut?”
“Straight trackee. Ah, sahibs!” continued the shikaree, speaking in a low voice and with an air of superstitious terror; “dat animal too wise for dis world; he know too much. I fear him be no elephan’ after all, but only de devil, who hab takee elephan’ shape. Why he go back there?”
“Ah! why, I wonder,” inquired Caspar. “Do you think,” added he, “it is in the hope of finding us there? If that’s his purpose,” he continued, without waiting for a reply, “we shall have no peace so long as he remains alive. We must either kill him, or he will do as much for us.”
“Sahibs,” observed the Hindoo, with a significant shake of the head, “we no able killee him; that elephan’ he nebba die.”