"What have you got, Sree?" asked Harry, in English, which from long service with Mr. Kenyon, and mixing with other colonists, Sree spoke plainly enough to make himself understood.
"Big thing, Sahib. Very heavy."
"Bear?"
The man made a sign, and his two followers grinned with enjoyment, and seated themselves on the basket, which squeaked loudly.
"What did you do that for?" cried Harry.
"The young Sahib must wait till the old Sahib comes, and then he see."
"Old Sahib, indeed!" cried Harry; "why, my father isn't half so old as you."
"The young Sahib wait."
"Of course I can wait," said Harry pettishly, "and I was going to wait. I only asked you what it was."
The man smiled, and shook his head mysteriously, and just then Mike thrust his head out of the door.