was blanketed by clouds and what little light they had to see by was gone. In the pitch blackness they all heard the throaty exhaust noise of a dirt bike approaching fast.
âThatâs Kret! Stay out of sight!â Tri flattened himself on the rock and crawled up towards the edge so that he could peep over. Bindi and Robert did the same.
The cloud cover dispersed and the moonlight shone through the dense foliage. Bindi was almost certain nobody had been there before but now, just below them, stood two Chinese men. One of the men spat onto the ground. Bindi felt pretty sure that whatever these men were up to spelled bad news for Kret.
Bindiâs breathing sounded too loud. She pressed herself and Robert flat against the rock, trying not to breathe. Had the men seen them?
The dirt bike pulled up with a flourish into the clearing and Kret dismounted. He looked so mucholder than his seventeen years in his designer clothes and he had a tough attitude to match.
âIâve found it. Letâs get going before he moves off.â
One of the men shook his head. âWeâve got better things to do, big guy. You need to deal with this on your own.â
For a moment Kretâs confidence seemed to wane. âYouâre kidding? I canât do it by myself.â
The other man pulled a rifle from his bag and threw it to Kret. Kret fumbled with it in the dim light. One of the men sniggered. âYes, you can. And be careful with that. Itâs pretty powerful. Powerful enoughto take care of an elephant!â They both laughed.
Bindi was so horrified she almost choked. Tri put a hand to her mouth to stop her from making any noise.
Kret held the gun out in front of him as if he didnât quite know what to do with it. âI-I canât ââ
One of the men stepped forward and pushed Kret in the chest. âDelivery by noon tomorrow. No excuses.â Kret stumbled as he stepped back and fell onto the ground, almost colliding with the dirt bike. When he looked up again, the men had gone.
Bindi, Tri and Robert looked at each other in horror. Tri leapt downfrom the rocks and landed next to Kret.
âYouâve got to stop this now, Kret, before itâs too late.â
Kret was shocked to see Tri and more than a little embarrassed his friend had witnessed the scene. But he was even more surprised to see Bindi and Robert make their way down to join Tri. He jumped to his feet and held onto the rifle. His big-man attitude was back.
âThis is a good thing, Tri. In case you hadnât noticed thereâs a rogue elephant trampling everyoneâs crops. Iâm taking action and doing what the farmers are thinking of doing themselves. I get rid of it andmake some money in the process. Itâs winâwin.â
Robert was outraged. âKilling an elephant is wrong! You need to learn to work out how you and the elephants can live in harmony together.â
Kret turned on Robert. âThis is none of your business, little boy.â
Bindi stepped up to Kret. âDonât talk to my brother like that. Heâs right, and you know it!â Her heart was pounding in her chest and she was trying hard to stop her hands from shaking.
Kret ignored Bindi, mounted his bike and turned on the engine. The high-pitched revs broke through thepeace of the jungle. âKeep your new friends out of it, Tri. Those men arenât playing around. They want an elephant and I have to get one for them.â
Tri spoke firmly, âRemember what I said yesterday. You donât have to do this, Kret.â
Kret tossed his head. âThen youâll remember my answer, Tri, which was, I do! So stay out of it!â He took off on the bike, weaving and tearing his way through the foliage and into the darkness.
Tri was devastated. âI have to stop him but I canât tell anyone. What are we going to do?â
Bindi and Robert dragged themselves out of their sleeping bags to help out