"He said that?" cried Harry.
"Yes, and that if your father and Doctor Cameron were going too it would be different."
"They are going too, lad," cried Harry, slapping him on the shoulder.
"They—your father and Mr. Cameron?"
"Yes; isn't it splendid?"
"Here, I must go back at once," cried Phra, and, regardless of the heat, he set off at a trot.
Harry returned to the museum, where his father was seated.
"Where's Phra?" said the latter.
"Gone back to tell the King."
"To tell him what?"