"I would like
to come about 40 yards closer," I answered, whispering too.
two, and in case they charge we won't have time to maneuver," added Mario.
The wind started to change direction. We had to act immediately. About 15 yards
forward there was a tree with the trunk slightly inclined, good to rest the arm
on for shooting.
"Let us go to
that tree," I suggested. "From there we will open fire, although I
think it is still too far."
"If you want,
I'll go forward," volunteered Mario. "I am younger and faster if it is
necessary to run."
all," I answered, thinking that if Mario were in front of me I would not be
able to shoot. Coming near the bent tree I told him: "I'll shoot the big
one. You, Mario, make it sure. We both should have an eye on the
The two animals
remained in the same position, one facing us, the other presenting his huge
Leaning my arm on
the trunk I aimed at the chest of the largest. The bullet from the .416 Rigby
raised a dust of dry mud from the skin of the animal, proof of a hit. At once I
shot a second bullet in the same place, and I heard the discharge of my other
.416, fired by Mario.
us, the two giants did not attack, but ran. Before he disappeared among the
trees I put two bullets into the smaller one. I could see blood gushing from
the trunk of my big elephant—a sure sign I had got him in the lungs.
Reloading as we
ran, Mario and I, followed by Kukuya and Francisco, took off after our wounded
quarry. Now there was no need to study the tracks, as an enormous trail of
blood told us which way they went. We did not feel the heat or the burden of
the heavy rifles we were running with, so great was the excitement.
In an open space
in the jungle the two animals stopped for a moment, but they were too far away
for a good shot. As we neared them, they sensed the danger and took off