Three more indistinct forms loomed in the thick bushes just behind the leaders.
A quiet whisper to Wortley to take a cool shot at the left-hand elephant, in the exact centre of the forehead, and down went the two leaders! Wortley's and mine; quickly we ran into the herd, before they knew what had happened, and down went another to V Baker's shot.

The smoke hung in such thick volumes that we could hardly see two yards before us, when straight into the cloud of smoke an elephant rushed towards us.

V.Baker fired, but missed; and my left-hand barrel extinguished him.

Running through the smoke with a spare rifle I killed the last elephant.

They were all bagged--five elephants within thirty seconds from the first shot fired.