The big one was moving slowly, as though badly wounded.

The wind was bad, so we circled around to head them off and in doing so completely lost them.
Presently we struck their trail and followed them by the blood-stains on the grass.
After some minutes we saw them moving along in the tall grass near the Nzoia River.

Again we swiftly circled to head them off before they could cross the river, but when we reached a point where they had last been seen they had disappeared in the dense tangle of trees and high reeds that grew at the river's edge.

We thought they would cross the river, so we rushed after them.

Suddenly Hassan yelled "Here they come!" and, ahead of us, came the large elephant, its head rising from above the sea of grass like the bow of a battleship bearing rapidly down upon us.