"He is here, I tell you. Look, talking to that sentry by the gate."
"I say," said Harry, "isn't it rather queer?"
"It's rather good fortune," replied Phra.
"But after what we said."
Phra laughed.
"Why, you're not going to believe in old fables, are you?"
"No, of course not; but it did seem startling for him to turn up just as I had been wishing for him."
"Nonsense. Why, I have been wishing for him to come every hour for the last two days. Let's go and meet him. He's coming this way."
In another minute they had leaped ashore, run up the stone steps of the landing-place in front of the palace, and encountered Sree.
"Here, I say, where have you been?" cried Harry.