Stand still and you shall see the god Jana die." Still the enormous beast floundered forward; up to that moment I had never realized how truly huge it was, not even when it stood over me in the moonlight about to crush me with its foot.

Of this I am sure, that none to equal it ever lived in Africa, at least in any times of which I have knowledge.
"Fire, Baas," whispered Hans, "it is near enough." But like the Frenchman and the cock pheasant, I determined to wait until it stopped, wishing to finish it with a single ball, if only for the prestige of the thing.
At length it did stop and, opening its cavern of a mouth, lifted its great trunk and trumpeted, while Simba, standing up in his chair, began to shout out some command to us to surrender to the god Jana, "the Invincible, the Invulnerable." "I will show you if you are invulnerable, my boy," said I to myself, glancing round to make sure that Hans had the second rifle ready and catching sight of Ragnall and Harut and all the White Kendah standing up in their trenches, breathlessly awaiting the end, as were the Black Kendah a few hundred yards away.

Never could there have been a fairer shot and one more certain to result in a fatal wound.

The brute's head was up and its mouth was open.

All I had to do was to send a hard-tipped bullet crashing through the palate to the brain behind.