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Now those foolish hunters, whose pay is less than my pay, have spoken to Petersen Sahib of the matter." Little Toomai was frightened.

He did not know much of white men, but Petersen Sahib was the greatest white man in the world to him.

He was the head of all the Keddah operations-the man who caught all the elephants for the Government of India, and who knew more about the ways of elephants than any living man.

"What-what will happen?" said Little Toomai.

"Happen! The worst that can happen.

Petersen Sahib is a madman.

Else why should he go hunting these wild devils? He may even require thee to be an elephant catcher, to sleep anywhere in these fever-filled jungles, and at last to be trampled to death in the Keddah.

It is well that this nonsense ends safely.

Next week the catching is over, and we of the plains are sent back to our stations.

Then we will march on smooth roads, and forget all this hunting.

But, son, I am angry that thou shouldst meddle in the business that belongs to these dirty Assamese jungle folk.

Kala Nag will obey none but me, so I must go with him into the Keddah, but he is only a fighting elephant, and he does not help to rope them.

So I sit at my ease, as befits a mahout,-not a mere hunter,-a mahout, I say, and a man who gets a pension at the end of his service.

Is the family of Toomai of the Elephants to be trodden underfoot in the dirt of a Keddah? Bad one! Wicked one! Worthless son! Go and wash Kala Nag and attend to his ears, and see that there are no thorns in his feet.

Or else Petersen Sahib will surely catch thee and make thee a wild hunter-a follower of elephant's foot tracks, a jungle bear.

Bah! Shame! Go!"

Little Toomai went off without saying a word, but he told Kala Nag all his grievances while he was examining his feet.

"No matter," said Little Toomai, turning up the fringe of Kala Nag's huge right ear.

"They have said my name to Petersen Sahib, and perhaps-and perhaps-and perhaps-who knows? Hai! That is a big thorn that I have pulled out!"

The next few days were spent in getting the elephants together, in walking the newly caught wild elephants up and down between a couple of tame ones to prevent them giving too much trouble on the downward march to the plains, and in taking stock of the blankets and ropes and things that had been worn out or lost in the forest.

Petersen Sahib came in on his clever she-elephant Pudmini; he had been paying off other camps among the hills, for the season was coming to an end, and there was a native clerk sitting at a table under a tree, to pay the drivers their wages.

As each man was paid he went back to his elephant, and joined the line that stood ready to start.

The catchers, and hunters, and beaters, the men of the regular Keddah, who stayed in the jungle year in and year out, sat on the backs of the elephants that belonged to Petersen Sahib's permanent force, or leaned against the trees with their guns across their arms, and made fun of the drivers who were going away, and laughed when the newly caught elephants broke the line and ran about.

Big Toomai went up to the clerk with Little Toomai behind him, and Machua Appa, the head tracker, said in an undertone to a friend of his, "There goes one piece of good elephant stuff at least. 'Tis a pity to send that young jungle-cock to molt in the plains."

Now Petersen Sahib had ears all over him, as a man must have who listens to the most silent of all living things-the wild elephant.

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