All the people gathered together, and Max raised his hands above his head as if in the act of supplicating.
Almost immediately a few drops of rain fell, and the people were delighted.
The drops became larger and more numerous, until a good, healthy shower descended, and the Gondos were frantic with joy.
Even Ibrahim was excited.
“How did you do it?” he asked, earnestly, when Max had pleaded for permission to return to their house.
“You silly fellow, I did nothing. It was all hocus-pocus on my part.”
“But the rain——”
“Came; of course it did. I saw that we were in for a shower, and I meant to get the credit of it; that is all there is to it.”
Max was a weather prophet.
He had a better knowledge of meteorology than many a so-called expert, and he saw clear indications that a rain-cloud was gathering.