The captain rode up to his brother-officers.
“That building is our barracks,” he said, “and the place is ready for occupation, so we will move in at once. Set sentries at the gates, Wyatt. By the way, the Rajah tells me that a meal is ready for the men, and he asks our company at the palace to join him.”
“We can’t all go,” said Wyatt quietly.
“No, so I have excused you. Darrell, you will come.”
The captain moved away.
“I’d rather stay and help you, Wyatt,” said Dick.
“I believe you, dear boy; but you must go. We shall soon settle down. The sergeants and corporals work well, and when you come back the place will seem as if we had been in possession a month.”
Chapter XVIII.
A Royal Dinner-Party.
“Nearly ready, Darrell?” cried Hulton.