In the meantime, Palliser walked through the high lemon grass to look for his dead elephant.
On arriving at the spot, instead of finding a dead elephant, he found him standing up, and only just recovered from the stunning effect of his wound.
The elephant charged him immediately; and Palliser, having the lock of his gun tied up, was perfectly defenceless, and he was obliged to run as hard as his long legs would carry him.
'Look out! look out! an elephant's coming! Look out!' This we heard shouted as we were standing beneath the tree, and the next moment we saw Palliser's tall form of six feet four come flying through the high grass.

Luckily the elephant lost him, and turned off in some other direction.

If he had continued the chase, he would have made a fine diversion, as the locks were so tightly tied up that we could not have got a gun ready for some time.

In a few minutes the shower cleared off, and on examining the place where the elephant had fallen, we found a large pool of clotted blood.
We now rode homeward, but we had not gone a quarter of a mile before we heard an elephant roaring loudly in a jungle close to us.

Thinking that it was the wounded brute who had just hunted Palliser, we immediately dismounted and approached the spot.