Hal and Roger Hunt are on an awesome African adventure to track down the rare great white elephant. The brothers coolly tackle their task -- despite doom-laden prophecies from mumbo, a Watussi chieftain -- and as the temperature rises... the danger-level intensifies.
smell because of the elephant grease they had rubbed on their bodies. Even if man smell remained it would not get down to the herd because the breeze would blow it away eighty feet above their heads. Roger had to admit that the little fellows were pretty smart. It was one of the safari men who gave the game away. He tripped over a root and fell with a thud. It was nothing compared with the racket made by the feeding elephants. But even when an elephant is making plenty of noise himself he has
shots to bring the beast down. The bullet might glance off the tough hide or a stout bone. In fact there were only two places in that great mountain of meat where a bullet would really tell. One was the brain and the other the heart, and the chance of getting through to either one was slim. As the young brave went forward with his little spear it reminded Hal of David attacking the giant Goliath with a sling-shot. The elephant pushed her young one aside and turned to face the approaching
much he can’t do with that trunk.’ ‘That’s right,’ Hal said. ‘He feeds himself with It He can hug or kiss or fight with it He can pick up a blade of grass or throw a rock weighing a ton. The end of a trunk is as delicate as a girl’s fingers or the tongue of a humming-bird. And yet - see those men trying to cut off the trunk - they can hardly get a knife through it, although there is no bone in it anywhere. It’s so strong that one swat from it on the side of your head could make you deaf for life
not hurt - is is made soft so that it will hurt. It is so pliable that every inch of it sinks into the flesh. It is used as a whip and it will cut like a knife. Any man who would order a boy to be whipped with this thing deserves to feel it on his own back.’ The Thunder-man’s eyes flashed, but he stilt smiled. ‘I’m afraid you do not set a good example for your young friend. You are as impertinent as he is. Impertinence must be punished.’ He threw the whip to an attendant who pushed Bo out
brother’s head?’ Hal was not pleased with the idea. Think what you’re saying. If he doesn’t quite clear me, hell kick me in the face.’ ‘Sure,’ replied the young mischief-maker. ‘I thought of that. It would add to the fun, eh what?’ Chief Mumbo put an end to the argument. ‘If you will let the boy sit on your shoulders,’ he said to Hal, ‘1 will try to jump over you both.’ Hal stooped. Roger rather unwillingly climbed to Hal’s shoulders and sat down, his legs straddling Hal’s neck. Hal