By this time I had realized the folly of the shot, and devoutly hoped that the bull would take no further notice of it.

But he took a different view of the matter.
Pulling himself up in a series of plunges, he spun round and came for me with outstretched ears and uplifted trunk, screaming terribly.

I was quite defenceless, for my gun was empty, and my first thought was of escape.

I dug my heels into the sides of my horse, but he would not move an inch.

The poor animal was paralyzed with terror, and he simply stood still, his fore-legs outstretched, and quivering all over like a leaf.
On rushed the elephant, awful to see; I made one more vain effort to stir the horse.