This time there shall be no mistake, or if there is, let it be my last.
On thundered Jana, whirling the iron balls among the soldiers, who fled to right and left leaving a clear path between me and him.

To make quite sure of things, for I was trembling a little with fatigue and somewhat sick from the continuous sight of bloodshed, I knelt down upon my right knee, using the other as a prop for my left elbow, and since I could not make certain of a head shot because of the continual whirling of the huge trunk, got the sight of my big-game rifle dead on to the beast where the throat joins the chest.

I hoped that the heavy conical bullet would either pierce through to the spine or cut one of the large arteries in the neck, or at least that the tremendous shock of its impact would bring him down.
At about twenty paces I fired and hit--not Jana but the lame priest who was fulfilling the office of mahout, perched upon his shoulders many feet above the point at which I had aimed.

Yes! I hit him in the head, which was shattered like an eggshell, so that he fell lifeless to the ground.
In perfect desperation again I aimed, and fired when Jana was not more than thirty feet away.

This time the bullet must have gone wide to the left, for I saw a chip fly from the end of the animal's broken and deformed tusk, which stuck out in that direction several feet clear of its side.
Then I gave up all hope.