He disappeared from sight.

Bruce saw the futility of shooting at the beast.

The only thing he could do was to mount up beside Ramabai and Pundita and give chase; and this he did in short order, dragging up the bruised and shaken mahout with him.

The pursuing elephant, with this extra handicap, never brought Rajah into sight.
But the trail was clear, and they followed.
Surely that poor girl was marked for misfortune.

In all the six years Bruce had possessed Rajah he had never exhibited anything but docility.
The elephant was not running amuck, though he might eventually work himself into that blind ungovernable rage.