News travels quickly in this country, and in a short time many of his old Kikuyu friends were at our camping place.

One or two of the old guides were on hand to lead the way into elephant haunts and the natives near our camp reported that the elephants had been coming down into their fields during the last few days.

Some had been heard only the day before.

So the prospects looked most promising, and we started on a little hunt the first afternoon after arriving in camp.
[Drawing: _The Old Wanderobo Guide_] We took one tent and about twenty porters, for when one starts on an elephant trail there is no telling how long he will be gone or where he may be led.

We expected that we would have to climb up through the strip of underbrush, and perhaps even as far up as the bamboos, in which event we might be gone two or three days.