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One of Willard Price's adventure stories featurin Hal and Roger Hunt. The boys are in India to investigate rare, beautiful and dangerous creatures for their zoologist father. As well as facing tigers, cobras, bears and elephants, they take on an idle sponger who thinks animals are for shooting.
they keep that elephant they call Big Fella and bring him to our place and sell him for a thousand dollars to some zoo. How about that?’ ‘What zoo?’ The headman was telling me there are a dozen zoos right here in India. And others next door in Burma and Singapore. Japan is the big money country now. They would probably pay not one thousand dollars but five thousand at the Tokyo Zoo. What do you say? Are you with me?’ His friends were a little uncertain but such money sounded good. ‘I’m with
Fella.’ They walked to the cage and opened it. The elephant was not as quiet as a lion. He let out a high, shrill scream like the whistle of a fire-engine. There now, don’t get excited. No use hollering. Your boy friend is too far away to hear you,’ Vic said. He took hold of the end of the elephant’s trunk. Big Fella jerked his trunk away. Then he picked up this rascal and threw him into a thorn bush twenty feet off. This bush is famous for its three-inch thorns, each one as sharp as a needle,
scratching his skin. Immediately the boar charged - not towards the Hunts, but towards Vic Stone who had dared to fire at the lord of the pig world. Vic yelled to high heaven as the long sharp tusks dug into his side. Then the boar, quite satisfied that he had killed his enemy, started to amble away. Hal fired his sleep-gun. His aim was correct but the boar did not fall at once. Instead, he glared about, trying to see where that tickle in his flank had come from. He saw nothing but a viper.
thousand dollars.’ That reminds me,’ said Vic. ‘I have no money. You’ll have to buy some gear for me. Of course I’ll pay you back when my cheque comes.’ ‘You’re quite aware that no cheque will come,’ said Hal. He couldn’t help feeling sorry for this dunce. Somebody had to look after him. He could get nothing from his father. Hal resigned himself to the job of keeping an eye on this helpless fool. ‘Well,’ he said, ‘you can go with us if you will really buckle down and help get the specimens we
his feet, intending to jump off the slide. Instead, he was thrown head first into the snowbank. He bored through it like a meteor and his head came out the other side while his feet dangled where he had entered. ‘Get me out of here,’ he screamed. Just how do you get a man out of a snowbank? Vic’s whole body, except head and feet, was buried. Hal and Temba laid hold of the head and tried to pull the screaming fellow out of his cage. ‘Look out,’ he cried. ‘You’re breaking my neck.’ It was not