His ball told upon the shoulder, but it only served to increase the elephant's fury.

Without stopping, he rushed on after Swartboy, believing, no doubt, that the poor Bushman was the cause of the hurts he was receiving, and the nature of which he but ill understood.
It was but a few moments, from the firing of the first shot, until things took this turn.

Swart boy was hardly clear of the bushes before the elephant emerged also; and as the former struck out for the mokhala trees, he was scarce six steps ahead of his pursuer.
Swartboy's object was to get to the grove, in the midst of which were several trees of large size.

One of these he proposed climbing--as that seemed his only chance for safety.
He had not got half over the open ground, when he perceived he would be too late.

He heard the heavy rush of the huge monster behind him--he heard his loud and vengeful bellowing--he fancied he felt his hot breath.