to the other elephants. "There we can rest, and the hunters will not
shoot us."

"Yes, I am hungry for some salt," said Mrs. Stumptail, for she had
been to the springs before, and so had many of the older animals.

Along marched Tusker at the head of the herd, and after him came the
others. They, too, were hungry for salt, and Umboo was quite anxious
to taste some, for he had had very little, as yet. But he liked it
very much, and was anxious for more.

But an hour or so later, when traveling along toward where the salt
springs bubbled up in the jungle, Tusker suddenly stopped again. Once
more he gave the danger signal through his trunk.

"What is the matter now?" asked Mr. Stumptail. "More trouble?"

"Another fence!" cried the old elephant. "The jungle is full of strong
fences! We can not go this way, either!"

"What can we do?" asked Umboo. "There is a fence behind us, and now
one in front of us. What can we do?"

"Let me think a minute," said Tusker. "I fear there is danger on both
sides of us."




CHAPTER X