The two smaller ones were almost invisible, only the back of one appearing above the reeds.

We were out in the open and the situation looked decidedly dangerous.

I hastily drew a bead on the big one's forehead, fired, but it didn't stop.

There was barely time for us to get out of the way.

I ran sideways toward a little mound that furnished some protection, while Hassan, with a coolness and courage that I both admired and envied, stood still until the big elephant was within ten feet of him and then leaped to one side as the three beasts swept by him, carried onward by the impetus of their mad rush.