as being the best, just at the base of the skull. If you can't make a head shot, or through the eye, try for the heart. But with the big bullets we have, almost any kind of a shot, near a vital spot, will answer."
"And Tom can fire at their toes and put them out of business," declared Ned, who was eagerly advancing. "How about it, Tom?"
"Well, I guess the electric rifle will come up to expectations. Say, Mr. Durban, they seem to be heading this way!" excitedly cried Tom, as the herd of big beasts suddenly turned and changed their course.
"Yes, they are," admitted the old elephant hunter calmly. "But that won't matter. Take it easy. Kill all you can."
"But we don't want to put too many out of business," said Tom, who was not needlessly cruel, even in hunting.
"I know that," answered Mr. Durban. "But this is a case of necessity. I've got to get ivory, and we have to kill quite a few elephants to accomplish this. Besides the brutes will head for the village and the natives' grain fields, and trample them down, if they're not headed back. So all together now, we'll give them a volley. This is a good place! There they are. All line up now. Get ready!"
