We are
near danger and we must go far away. Come, elephants--away!"
Tusker raised his trunk again, and took a long breath through it. He
was smelling to see in which direction the danger of the man-smell
lay, and he would turn aside from that.
"The smell comes from the South," he said to the other elephants. "We
must march to the North! Come!"
So he led the way through the jungle, Umboo and the other elephants
following. As yet only a few of the others had smelled the danger-
smell, and none of them heard any noise made by the hunters, if they
were coming to shoot their guns or bows and arrows. But they all knew
that Tusker was a wise elephant, and would lead them out of trouble.
So they followed him.
On and on through the jungle crashed the big animals. They did not
stop when trees and bushes got in their way, but broke them down, and
stepped on them. A rush of elephants through the jungle to get away
from danger is almost as hard to stop as a runaway locomotive and
train of cars.
"Can you keep up with us?" asked Umboo's mother of him as he trotted
along beside her.
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