The chances are that we shall never meet a single elephant in this big place." "Yet many elephants have been here, Lord," and he pointed to the ground.
"It is said that they come to die by the waters of the lake and this is one of the roads they follow on their death journey, a road that no other living thing dare travel." "Oh!" I exclaimed.

"Then after all that was a true dream I had in the house in England." "Yes, Lord, because my brother Harut once lost his way out hunting when he was young and saw what his mind showed you in the dream, and what we shall see presently, if we live to come so far." I made no reply, both because what he said was either true or false, which I should ascertain presently, and because I was engaged in searching the ground with my eyes.

He was right; many elephants had travelled this path--one quite recently.

I, a hunter of those brutes, could not be deceived on this point.

Once or twice also I thought that I caught sight of the outline of some tall creature moving silently through the scattered thorns a couple of hundred yards or so to our right.