By the time she reached the elephants a dozen keepers were following her, their eyes wide with awe.

They had heard often of the Mem-sahib who calmed the wild ones, but they had not believed.

With the elephants she did about as she pleased.
"Miss Kathlyn, I am growing a bit afraid of you," said Bruce.
"And why ?" "I've never seen animals act like that before.

What is it you do to them ?" "Let them know that I am not afraid of them and that I am fond of them." "I am not afraid of them and am also fond of them.

Yet they spit at me whenever I approach." "Perhaps it is black art." The shadow of a smile crossed her lips.
Then the smile stiffened and she breathed deeply.