Swartboy prognosticated favourably from this.

The great heat would be more likely than anything else to send the elephant to his favourite sleeping-place under the cool shady cover of the cameel-doorn.
It was now quite noon.

He could not be long in coming, thought they.
Sure enough he came, and soon, too.
They had not been twenty minutes on their perch, when they heard a strange, rumbling noise, which they knew proceeded from the stomach of an elephant.

The next moment they saw one emerge from the jungle, and walk, with sweeping step, straight up to the tree.

He seemed to have no suspicion of any danger; but placed himself at once alongside the trunk of the acacia--in the very position and on the side Swartboy had said he would take.