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 Joie was standing over him caressing his face with his trunk. But when Ali tried to rise, his right ankle hurt so that he could not, and his left arm was also nearly helpless.

For hours he lay there, alternately nursing his swollen ankle and his shoulder and looking at the stars.

Joie also had a bad limp showing that he, too, had been lamed by the fall.

Ali was tormented with fever and thirst. He could hear a little stream trickling among the rocks near by. Once Joie went to it and slaked his own thirst, but that did not help Ali.

Joie seemed much troubled that Ali did not arise, and caressed him with his trunk and squeaked his endearments in a most affectionate manner.

Thus the weary hours wore away until