another one. The last was almost blown to pieces by Tom Swift's electric rifle, for the young inventor had used a little too heavy charge, and the big beast had been almost annihilated.
Mr. Durban had dropped his bull with a well-directed shot, and Mr. Anderson had a smaller one to his credit.
"I guess I missed mine," said Ned ruefully.
"Bless my dress-suit case!" exclaimed Mr. Damon. "So did I!"
"One of you hit that fellow!" cried Mr. Durban. "He's wounded."
He pointed to a fair-sized bull who was running wildly about, uttering shrill cries of anger. The other beasts had gathered in a compact mass, with the larger bulls, or tuskers, on the outside, to protect the females and young.
"I'll try a shot at him," said Tom, and raising his electric gun, he took quick aim. The elephant dropped in his tracks, for this time the young inventor had correctly adjusted the power of the wireless bullet.
"Good!" cried Mr. Durban. "Give them some more! This is some of the best ivory I've seen yet!"
As he spoke he fired, and bowled over another magnificent specimen. Ned Newton, determined
