"Yes, that's how they talked," said Harry.
"Well, let them talk. I'm glad my father is so mad as he is, and wants to learn all about the wonders of the world, and to get me to learn them too. And I do like it, Hal; I'm ever so fond of learning about all these strange things. Of course I like playing games, too, and even your games that you teach us are wonderful and clever. Pooh! let the silly people talk till they learn to know better."
"But these men in the boat spoke threateningly of it all having an end, just as if they meant to attack the King and drive us all away."
"Bah!" ejaculated the lad. "Attack my father? Pooh! they dare not. He's as gentle and kind as any one can be, but he can be angry too, and when he is, he is very fierce and stern. He won't believe that any one would dare to attack him. I don't believe it either."
"But if you had heard those two men talk?"
"Well, then I should have heard two men talk, that's all. What is talking? A mere nothing."
"But suppose they were to begin to act?" said Harry, who was looking at his friend admiringly.
"What do you mean—fight?"
"Yes."
"I hope they will not," said Phra rather sadly, "because it would be so terrible. They would fight because they don't know better, and they will not learn. But they would learn then when it was too late."