“Though I don’t know that I care for an elephant charge,” said Blake, grimly. “A rhino is bad enough, but an elephant is about three times as big, and so must be three times as bad when he comes after you.” “More than three times as bad,” declared Sergeant Hotchkiss; “especially if it’s a rogue elephant.” “What kind is that?” asked Joe. “It’s a solitary elephant, who, for some reason or other, likes to flock by himself,” explained the former soldier. “He gets unreasoning fits of rage, if elephants ever do reason, and runs amuck, just like some of the Malay natives. He’ll charge a stone wall, if he takes a notion, and once he gets after a hunter it’s all up with the man unless he can make a kill or reach shelter. But I don’t imagine there’ll be any in this herd. As I said, they usually go about by themselves.” The natives of the expedition had been left behind, so as to render the noise of the advance less loud, and the only ones in the party were the whites, the two boys, Mr. Duncan, C. C. and the sergeant. The three latter carried guns, while the two lads had all they could manage with their cameras. “We will only shoot one, unless there is danger,” said the former soldier; “as that will give us meat enough.” Carefully they advanced, until presently they could hear the noise made by the big beasts as they fed, pulling off branches of the trees, breaking small trunks and limbs under their ponderous feet, or with their trunks. “There they are!” suddenly whispered the sergeant, as he motioned to the others to come to a halt. He pointed through an opening in the trees, and there they all saw the herd feeding in a little glade, up to the edge of which the jungle trees came. “Now if we can only get some pictures!” said Blake. “We’d better climb a tree,” suggested Joe. “Then we can get a better view.” “There’s a good one over there,” suggested C. C. “I’ll take that,” spoke Joe, “and, Blake, you can get in the one next to me. We’ll work one camera, but if anything happens to that we’ll have the other in reserve.” So it was arranged, and soon the two lads were making their way up into the trees, moving as cautiously as possible. There were low branches which made the ascent comparatively easy, and they carried with them light but strong cords, by which their cameras could be hoisted up. They could not use the tripods, but hoped, by resting the machines on a limb, to make them steady enough. “Oh, this is a fine view!” cautiously called Blake to his chum, it being agreed that Blake was to make the first try for the pictures. “Yes, and I have a good one, too. If you break a film or anything else happens, I can go right on from where you leave off,” answered Joe.