"What a _soor!_ (swine!)" exclaimed Parker indignantly. "I always knew he was a cruel devil; but I didn't think he was quite such a brute. And to poor old Badshah too. It's a damned shame". "He's a good elephant, isn't he?" asked the senior. "A ripper. Splendid to shoot from and absolutely staunch to tiger," said the subaltern enthusiastically. "Major Smith--our Commandant before you, sir--was charged by a tiger he had wounded in a beat near Alipur Duar. He missed the beast with his second barrel. The tiger sprang at the howdah, but Badshah caught him cleverly on his one tusk and knocked him silly. The Major reloaded and killed the beast before it could recover." "Good for Badshah. He seemed to me to be a fine animal," said Dermot. "One of the best. We all like him; though he'll never let any white man handle him. By the way, Ismail Khan says he permitted you to do it." "I doctored up his cuts. Besides, I'm used to elephants." "All the same you're the first sahib I've heard Of that Badshah has allowed to touch him. Do you know, the Hindus worship him. He's a _Gunesh_--I supposed you noticed that. I've seen some of them simply go down on their faces in the dust before him and pray to him. There's a curious thing about Badshah, too. Have you heard?" "No. What is it?" asked the Major. "Well, it's a rummy thing. He's usually awfully quiet and obedient. But sometimes he gets very restless, breaks loose, and goes off on his own into the jungle. After a week or two he comes back by himself, as quiet as a lamb. But when the fit's on him nothing will hold him. He bursts the stoutest ropes, breaks iron chains; and I believe he'd pull down the _peelkhana_ if he couldn't get away." "Oh, that often happens with domesticated male elephants," said Dermot. "They have periodic fits of sexual excitement--get _must_, you know--and go mad while these last." "Oh, no. It's not that," replied the subaltern confidently. "Badshah doesn't go _must_. It's something quite different. The jungle men around here have a quaint belief about it. You see, Badshah was captured by the Kheddah Department here years ago--twenty, I think. He's about forty now. He was taken away to other parts of India, Mhow for one----" "Yes, they used to have an elephant battery there," broke in the Major. "But somehow or other he got here eventually. Rather curious that he should have been sent back to his birthplace. Anyhow, the natives believe that when he breaks away he goes off to family reunions or to meet old pals." "I shouldn't be surprised," remarked Dermot, meditatively. "They're strange beasts, elephants. No one really knows much about them. I expect the jungle calls to them, as it does to me." He lit a cigarette and went on, "But I've sent for you to talk over something important. Read that." He handed Parker his transcription of the cipher letter. As the subaltern read it his eyes opened wider and wider. When he had finished he exclaimed joyfully,