Had the enraged animal caught sight of him at that moment, it would have been all up with him; but the hunter knew this, and had the coolness to remain close and quiet.
Not so with Swartboy.

When the elephant moved forward, he and Hendrik had crept after through the grove of mokhalas.

They had even followed him across the open ground into the bush, where Von Bloom awaited him.
On hearing the shot, and seeing that the elephant was still unhurt, Swartboy's courage gave way; and leaving Hendrik, he ran back towards the mokhala grove, shouting as he went.
His cries reached the ears of the elephant, that at once rushed off in the direction in which he heard them.

In a moment he emerged from the bush, and, seeing Swartboy upon the open ground, charged furiously after the flying Bushman.

Hendrik--who had stood his ground, and in the shelter of the bushes was not perceived--delivered his shot as the animal passed him.