CHAPTER XVIII LOST! Charlie looked around. The bamboos were all about them, and without retracing their steps they could not summon the others. Jack gripped his arm. "Look here, Chuck! Let's cut away from the General an' get after that rogue ourselves!" "Got to obey orders," and Charlie negatived it with a shake of the head. "That spoor is too fresh to suit me, Jack." "Well, then," and Jack was quivering with eagerness; "we can start on an' send Akram back--slow. We ain't kids. We can tell pretty well if we get up on him." Charlie considered this proposition for a moment. He longed to have the triumph of downing the old rogue himself, and yet he knew that Schoverling would countenance no disobedience, no departure from orders. But that fresh spoor, leading off through the trees, tempted him and at last he fell. "All right. Akram, you go back and call the General. But don't hurry. Tell him that we'll wait for him at the first sign of any danger." The Indian grinned, saluted, and loitered away. Without hesitation Charlie turned and led the way along the trail. This followed a newly-broken path through the bamboos, and five minutes later they were swallowed up in the dense thickets. Both the boys had been used, Jack especially, to following the trail of deer or moose and smaller animals through the woods of the northland, but this was very different. The ground was soft, and the huge bulk of the elephant had sent his feet down at times three or four feet. However, they were able to read the signs of the trail well enough. "He stopped to feed here," declared Charlie, pointing to a tangle of broken branches at one side. Wherever possible they trod in his tracks, as no sticks or twigs remained to crack beneath their feet; the holes in the swampier ground they of course avoided. "Hello, what's this?" cried Jack. A new trail merged into that which they followed, and by a footprint they knew it for that of one of the giant buffaloes. "We've got to see if he's waiting or not." The Indian watched them stolidly, gun ready, while they examined the broken bamboos and twigs, as well as the hoof-prints. "He came in ahead o' the rogue," declared Charlie positively. "Look, here's a deep buffalo-print that's dry. There's one 'bout as deep made by the rogue, but there's water at the bottom. Then these trees over here are dry, but there's still a little sap on the elephant's trail." "Then they came by last night, sure enough," said Jack. "The buffalo started along feeling pretty good. Stopped to nibble here. The rogue struck into his trail and swished right along careless. Stopped to rub on that tree--there's buffalo hair--whew! Say, that rogue is big!" "Twelve feet up," said Amir Ali with a delighted display of teeth, as he reached in vain toward the scarred bark.