I fear him be no elephan' after all, but only de devil, who hab takee elephan' shape.

Why he go back there ?" "Ah! why, I wonder," inquired Caspar.

"Do you think," added he, "it is in the hope of finding us there?
If that's his purpose," he continued, without waiting for a reply, "we shall have no peace so long as he remains alive.

We must either kill him, or he will do as much for us." "Sahibs," observed the Hindoo, with a significant shake of the head, "we no able killee him; that elephan' he nebba die." "Oh, nonsense, Ossy! If that's what you mean," rejoined Caspar, disdainfully repudiating the superstitious belief of the shikaree; "there is not much doubt of our being able to kill him, if we once get a fair shot; and by my word, the sooner we set about it the better.

It's evident, from his having gone back to our hut, that he has some wicked design.