"What do you want?" asked Phra.
"The hunter, Sree, asks to see the Prince," replied the man.
That was enough. There was neither irritability in Harry, nor thought of the heat in Phra, as they sprang up and made for the outer court, where they found Sree sitting upon his heels, calmly meditative over his thoughts, but ready to spring up on seeing the two lads approach.
He saluted them after the country fashion, and in reply to the question asked by both together,—
"I came to see if the young Sahib Harry was well enough to go out, and the Prince would go with him."
"Of course I'm well enough," cried Harry. "I say, Sree, have you seen any cobras since that one bit me?"
Phra turned sharply round, with his face full of the mirth he tried to hide.
"Yes, I know what you mean," cried Harry sharply. "I shall talk about it myself, though, if I like. Have you seen any, Sree?"
"Just one hundred and seven, Sahib," said the man.
"A hundred and seven!" cried Harry. "What, about here?"