‘Elephants,’ Sonja whispered. ‘Turn, Julius, quickly, hey. They’re coming just now to drink.’
‘Cut, Sam. I don’t see any elephants, Sonja,’ Cheryl-Ann said.
Julius was swinging the outboard. He pointed with his free hand.
Sam saw the cloud of dust, which was tinged pink by the setting sun’s rays. Of the animals themselves there was still no sign.
Another tourist boat saw them turn, and the spreading V of their wake on the shiny brass surface of the water as Julius accelerated. Julius called across the water and the guide on the other craft swung his tiller to follow them. The first of the elephants came into view.
‘That big one, in front, with its trunk up, is a female. She’s the matriarch, the head of the herd,’ Sonja said.
Sam saw the elephant sniffing the wind, but if she detected
