We must hurry on. Once
more the hunters are after us!" and he trumpeted loudly on his trunk,
to call in from the farthest parts of the forest the elephants who
might have wandered away for food.
Soon the herd was on the march again. Swiftly they went through the
jungle, breaking down small trees and big bushes. They stopped not for
thorns, nor anything else in the path. On and on they went, crashing
along--anywhere to get away from the hunters with their guns and
arrows.
"Are these the same hunters from whom we ran before?" asked Umboo of
his mother, as he trotted along beside her.
"I do not know," she answered. "It may be that they are."
For many miles Tusker led his elephant friends through the jungle.
Then suddenly he stopped and gave a loud trumpet call.
"Does that mean it is all right, and that we can stop to rest?" asked
Umboo.
"I do not think so," said Mr. Stumptail. "That still is Tusker's
danger call. Perhaps there are hunters ahead of us, as well as
behind."
Tusker stopped, and around him gathered the other elephants.
"What is the matter?" asked Umboo.
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