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changed her attack and dived at his pocket. Peace was restored, and they lay on the bank, watching the elephants enjoying the freedom of the grassy plain.

"Well—time we moved," George said at last. Suddenly he grinned. "Look at that, now!"

A cow had emerged from a thick clump of tea-tree, grazing quietly. She looked up presently and beheld the elephants near her—standing for a moment transfixed with astonishment and horror. Then she gave a loud, agonized bellow, wheeled, and fled madly across the plain, head and tail in the air, in a way quite unfitting a staid and respectable cow. The elephants looked on unmoved, and Nita and Hugh shouted with laughter.

"Now, won't she have something to teil them about at home?" chuckled George. He put his fingers to his mouth and gave a long low whistle. Instantly the elephants turned, marching back to him.

"Had a good time, old man?" He rubbed Ram Singh's trunk gently. It swung up and rested on his head, the little finger-tip caressing his ear.

"That's his way of saying 'Thank you.' Well, up you get, kids." He whistled again, the trunks lifted them, and they set off towards the camp, marching in a line, with Ram Singh between his smaller comrades.

"I wonder what the Boss means to do about your turn when Toby comes back to work, Hugh," remarked George. "Hope he won't alter it; old Ram quite enjoys his little bit with you. But I don't see how Toby is goin' to fit into it. For one thing, the bulls hate him like poison.