"Make haste, Michael, my lad," said Mr. Kenyon. "Get the fresh coffee made and the men's breakfast over; we want to go on."
"Yes, sir; of course, sir—oh dear, oh dear!—Ah, it's all very well to laugh, Master Harry."
"Laugh! Well, it's enough to make any one laugh to see you make such a fuss over a baby snake. Wait till we come to the hundred foot long ones."
Mike gave him another look, and then hurried back to the blazing fire.
"You've spoiled his breakfast," said Phra.
"Serve him right for being a great coward. I want him to get used to such things."
Phra laughed.
"Who's to get used to such things as that? I say, look; there's one of our old friends watching us."
He pointed up to where a little grey-whiskered monkey was holding back the leaves, so as to peer wonderingly down at the party.
"I believe one could soon coax these monkeys down to be fed."