the great pachyderm saw swooping above it what must have appeared to
it an aerial inhabitant even larger than itself. Its note of fright
was echoed in a chorus that sounded like an assemblage of cracked
trumpets as the others also sensed the impending danger.

"Now let him have it," shouted Frank.

Harry's rifle cracked and the big bully staggered. Twice more the
boy fired and the huge creature staggered on to its knees and then
with a mighty groan rolled over on its side. The others, even the
wounded one, had made off as soon as they had caught sight of the
hovering Golden Eagle.

Even from the height at which they were the boys could see that the
dead animal had an enormous pair of tusks, no doubt extremely
valuable.

"We ought to have them there figure-heads," commented Ben Stubbs.
"What do you say if we drop down and get them?"

Frank looked at his watch. It was half-past nine.

"We cannot be more than a hundred miles now from the foot of the
range," he said, "and I suppose we have plenty of time. We might as
well drop and get them as let some native tribe have the find and
then get skinned out of them by an Arab trader."

As he spoke the boy set the planes for descending and the Golden
Eagle settled down--after a few minutes rapid falling--fairly in the
center of the clearing. It was almost a fairylike spot. On every