Wortley and Palliser both fired, but without effect--the gun-bearers bolted,--an elephant knocked one man over, and tried to butt him against the ground; but two more shots from both Palliser and Wortley turned him; they were immediately obliged to run in their turn, as the other elephant charged, and just grazed Palliser with his trunk behind.

Fortunately, they doubled short round, instead of continuing a straight course, and the elephants turned into the jungle.

They followed them for some little distance, but the jungles were so bad that there was no chance, and they had returned when I had shouted.
The man who was hurt was obliged to be supported home.

Two of the guns were lost, which the gun-bearers in their fright had thrown away.

After a long search we found them lying in the high bushes.
We now returned along the line of hunt to cut off the elephants' tails.
I had fired at six, all of which were bagged; these we accordingly found in their various positions.