“Yes, and waiting for you,” was the reply as the captain entered the lad’s quarters and looked round critically.
“Humph! you’ve got better rooms than I have.”
“Like to change, sir?”
“Not I. So long as I’ve a good bed I don’t mind. Bless us! how smart the boy looks! Shall I do?”
“Do? Yes; you always look well and manly, sir. But how are we going to find our way?”
“Oh, I’ll find the way; but I wish we were not going to walk through the dust, on account of one’s shoes.”
They were not going to walk, for there was the trampling of horses and jingling of accoutrements heard in the courtyard, and Hakim entered.
“The sahib’s elephant is waiting,” he said.
“Eh?” cried the captain. “What elephant?”
“The Rajah’s, sahib; come to fetch.”