Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-04-13

little opening the three white men punched
behind him, waiting the verdict.
How old does he say it iS?" questioned Bar
ton. And when Drew answered, Two hours"
he exploded testify: Two hours! We've been
two hours behind that brute for two dayS!"
"And Drew thought we'd be up with him last
night-eh, Drew"
There was q jeering note in SloaneS jocular-
seeming tone. Barton caught the thought 1t
due to Sloane'S bad temper. It had been show
ing more and more all day. He himself was
hot and weary and the charm Of elephant
hunting was leSSening every instant, but he
was q courteous man and averse to bad temper.
What do you say now, Drew-shall we make
1t by night?" he asked
UNLESS he gets the alarm We ought to catch
up with him In q few hours. He may stop any
time to feed, you know. He's an uncomman
big one" said Drew honestly. but determined,
too, to fire their energy.
TITS sporting Of you to be % KEEN" said
Barton, "snce you've given Sloane and me the
first two shots"
"Oh, this chap may have some friends with
him when we meet him." said Drew easily.
"One never knows"
He was aware that Sloane's eyes had slowed
about m glance Of quick distrust. He won
dered II Sloane had any conjectures about this
hunt. He had rather urged them into It. But
1t was natural enough. This was an uncOm-
monty big elephant that had been IN the habit
of leading o herd into the shambas and running
the fields. Sloane was always keen for q hunt
and the size Of the tracks promised big ivory.
Suddenly now behind them came a row Of
porters in goatskins with the bundles of tents
and food boxes on their heads. On they came,
crowding down the slippery path between the
walls Of green, anxious not to be too far away
from the white mems guns when in the forest
among elephants.
1--WE told those fools to stay back!" said
Sloane violently. '"They can stay q mile back
wen send for them when we want them. The
idiots-theyn jabber and scare every beast
within reachi"
He turned and strobe back to the leader
and, after the first word to him, he caught the
fellow a hard kick that sent the porter stagger-
ing. The mans load slipped and he clutched
at it in vain. The load went down with crash.
Furiously Sloane kicked him again-it was not
a pretty kick-then stood growing orders at
the disorganized natives.
"Our friend is hot-headed" said Barton IN
his quiet, detached voice.
Drew was silent. He was immensely grateful
to Sloane for giving this exhibition before
Barton. Whatever happened, Drew wanted
Barton on his side
Both men stood watching while Sloane hustled
the porters back out of sight He came back to
them, wiping his red, streaming face beneath
the helmet with no apology for his outburst.
Drew gave him that merit-he had the courage
of his offensivenesS. He asked no mans leave.
Wen, Drew would ask no man, either.
1.-The fools!" Sloane rumbled They'll know
better next timel Well, come on. No good
letting this track get any colder"
He gestured the tTacker on ahead and was
off at his heavy stride, his gun under his arm.
Then he turned to grunt, "Cigarette!" over his
shoulder to Drew. As Drew extended the
opened case he took several without Thank