Taher Sherrif and his youngest brother, Ibrahim, now separated, and each took opposite sides of the elephant, and then joined each other about twenty yards behind it.

I accompanied them, until Taher advised me to keep about the same distance upon the left flank.

My Tokrooris kept apart from the scene, as they were not required.

In front of the elephant were two aggageers, one of whom was the renowned Roder Sherrif, with the withered arm.

All being ready for action, Roder now rode slowly toward the head of the cunning old bull, who was quietly awaiting an opportunity to make certain of some one who might give him a good chance.
Roder Sherrif rode a bay mare that, having been thoroughly trained to these encounters, was perfect at her work.