Spence did not move a hair. He remained half-crouched and half-standing, peering into the dense growth, and he had the uncanny sensation of being examined by someone or something unknown.

There was a muffled footfall. Slow and deliberate; moving toward him.

The bushes right before him shook their leaves gently and then he saw something long and thin moving out snakelike from the wall of hedge.

Instinctively he jumped back. The thing withdrew in the same instant.

But he had seen something, even as he jumped, that told him what he wanted to know-a small pink lip and two nostrils.

He stooped down and pulled up a handful of long grass by the roots and moved back out onto the road.

He lifted his voice and called out, "Simba! Come! Simba! Now!"

He waited and nothing happened, though he could sense the thing waiting for him. He repeated his odd summons, extending the grass in his hand.

Then came a soft snort and the bushes shook and parted, and out stepped a great gray elephant.

The beast advanced on Spence slowly, warily, trunk wavering, reaching out, scenting him. It stepped closer with ponderous grace and shook its huge head from side to side, ears flapping as it tried to make up its mind about him. Then it saw the grass he held, and the trunk swung down and nuzzled the offering.

Spence flattened his palm, and the elephant took the gift in with a facile movement of the tip of the flexible appendage and swung it up into its mouth.

"Nice Simba," said Spence softly. "Steady, girl. Nobody is going to hurt you." He continued speaking softly and reassuringly as he looked the creature over from a distance.

That the elephant was in distress he noticed at once, for as soon as it had stepped free of the surrounding brush he saw the empty howdah on its broad back. Clearly it had run away after becoming separated from its mahout.

Then he saw the reason-blood trickled down from the animal's shoulder and there was a ragged, raw piece missing from its ear. There was blood on the ear as well.

Goondas, thought Spence. They had attacked the driver and his passengers and the elephant had escaped. He did not know whether elephants were at all common in that part of India, but very little surprised him about the country anymore. He could as easily imagine a caravan of elephants as a convoy of clanking antique sedans.

The elephant, having accepted the peace offering from the nonaggressive human, decided to accept the man as well. It stepped closer; he remained rock still. The trunk swung out and began examining him thoroughly, poking at the pockets of his jumpsuit and snuffling at his neck and wrists.

He endured the scrutiny with dignity and self-control, marveling that a beast so large could move so deftly. He called it gently, raising his hand to caress its trunk, feeling the quivering warmth of the creature. "Simba, easy now. I'm your friend. I'm going to take care of you. Good girl. Good Simba."

The trunk curled around his hand and pressed its pink lip against his palm. He stroked the trunk and then stepped closer to pat the huge cheek. "Would you like to come home with me, huh? You would? All right; then. Follow me. Come along."

He stepped away from the animal and turned his back. He walked slowly and deliberately, restraining the impulse to stop and look back to see if the elephant were following. He wanted to act as if he expected the animal to obey him as it would obey its proper master.

Spence was rewarded when he felt a slight tug at his arm and looked down to see the tip of the trunk curl around his wrist. He patted the trunk and walked on.

When they reached the banyan tree the two stopped and Spence called out, "Wake up, guys! I found us some transportation. "

Adjani was the first one on his feet. "Hey!" he shouted in amazement. "Where did you get that?" He advanced slowly and came to stand in front of the beast and a little apart from it, letting it get used to him.

"Careful, you'll hurt her feelings. This is Simba, and she's agreed to take us the rest of the way to Darjeeling."

Adjani wrinkled his face and peered at Spence askance. "You pretend to know this animal?"

"Not at all," admitted Spence. "I thought all elephants were named Simba. I found her just up the road. She's been hurt."

Gita, hearing the commotion, rose up slowly, rubbing his eyes. He took one look at the great creature and let out a shriek. "Save us!" he cried, throwing his hands in the air. But seeing that everything seemed to be in order, and that the elephant was munching proffered grass, not attacking Adjani, he got up and joined his friends.

"A real elephant!" he said proudly over and over as he looked at it from every angle. "I knew there were still some of these magnificent animals in the north country, but I never dreamed I'd see one."

"Are they so rare then?" wondered Spence.

"Oh, yes, very rare indeed. No one is allowed to own one but the high government officials. They are much protected and used as official vehicles by the regional governors-just as in the time of the Maharajahs. Better than a motor car."

"Well, this one wasn't protected enough," said Spence. "She's been shot. Go get your bundle of medicine and we'll see what we can do for her."

At this Gita threw up his hands once more. "Shot? Oh, merciful heaven! Who would shoot a governor's elephant? Who would do such a thing?"

"Goondas is my guess."

"If that's true," said Adjani, "we might find the rest of the Party up the road at the scene of the ambush."

"I hadn't thought of that. Do you think any goondas are still around?"

"Not if they attacked a government carrier. They'd have hit and run pretty fast. They'd be far away from here by now. Reprisals in such instances are fairly swift and bloody."

Gita came back with his medical sack and laid it on the ground. "I don't have enough medicine to treat an elephant," he lamented.

"Don't worry; I don't think she's hurt very bad. Here, take a look yourself."

Spence pointed out the torn ear and the wound in the shoulder behind it. Gita probed the wound with his fingers while Adjani kept her busy with bunches of grass.

"The bullet did not enter the flesh," announced Doctor City after his inspection. "It was deflected off the hide, probably due to the angle of the shot and an inferior bullet-they often load them from used casings, you know. We will rub some sulfa into the wound and smear on some mud to keep the flies out of it and keep it from getting infected. In a few days she'll be beautiful again."

"Will she trust us to ride her, do you think?"

Gita's eyes grew round. "You intend to ride this animal?"

"Certainly. All the way to Darjeeling. You shouldn't act so surprised. I said we'd need some transportation and here it is."

Gita went away muttering to himself in an incomprehensible babble. Adjani laughed and Spence patted the animal on the jaw and looked into Simba's calm blue-brown eye and said, "You'll have to help us, girl. This is our first time. Show us what to do when the time comes. All right?"

The elephant seemed to wink at him and encircled his neck with her trunk.

"Good girl. Good Simba. We're going to be all right."

Gita came back with a pile of mud on a large leaf. He sprinkled sulfa from a brown bottle into his hand and gently worked it into the wound in the elephant's side. That done, he smeared the mud over it as a bandage. "Well, we have done what we can."

"Then let's go."

"Do you know how to drive this thing?" asked Adjani.

"No, but it can't be too hard. I've seen it in old movies. Let's see." Spence walked to the head of the elephant and said, "Down, girl. Down, Simba."

Nothing happened.

"Mehrbani se, Simba," said Adjani.

The elephant lifted its trunk and nodded, sinking down on its knees laboriously.