Perhaps a pair of tusks would reward them.
The hope of such a result, as well as the anxiety about it, determined Von Bloom to lose no time in making a fresh trial.

Next morning, therefore, before the sun was up, the hunters were once more upon the trail of their giant game.
One precaution they had taken, which they had not thought of before.
All of them had heard that an ordinary leaden bullet will not penetrate the tough thick skin of the great "pachyderm." Perhaps this had been the cause of their failure on the preceding day.

If so they had provided against the recurrence of failure from such a cause.

They had moulded a new set of balls of harder material,--solder it should have been, but they had none.

They chanced, however, to be in possession of what served the purpose equally well--the old "plate" that had often graced the field-cornet's table in his better byegone days of the Graaf Reinet.