Not wishing him to come to close quarters with my useless leg, I gave him a shot with my two-ounce rifle, at about 120 paces.

It did not even check him, but it had the effect of making him lower his trunk, and he came on at undiminished speed.

Taking the four-ounce rifle from Wallace, I heard the crack of the ball as it entered his head at about 100 yards.

He was down! A general shout of exclamation rose from Banda and all the gun-bearers.

I reloaded the four-ounce immediately, and the ball was just rammed home when we heard the supposed dead elephant roaring on the ground.