Just in front of us, and broadside on, stood three splendid bulls, one of them with enormous tusks.

I whispered to the others that I would take the middle one; Sir Henry covering the elephant to the left, and Good the bull with the big tusks.
"Now," I whispered.
Boom! boom! boom! went the three heavy rifles, and down came Sir Henry's elephant dead as a hammer, shot right through the heart.

Mine fell on to its knees and I thought that he was going to die, but in another moment he was up and off, tearing along straight past me.

As he went I gave him the second barrel in the ribs, and this brought him down in good earnest.

Hastily slipping in two fresh cartridges I ran close up to him, and a ball through the brain put an end to the poor brute's struggles.