CHAPTER XVIII
ELEPHANTS AT HOME
"Eh? What? Nonsense!"
"That's what I said, Master Harry. It's 'most a thousand times darker than when we lay down. I mean, it would be if old Sree hadn't raked the fire together and put on some more wood. He said it was time to get up, and I had to get up; but I feel horrid bad. I hope we're all alive."
"Did Sree say it was to-morrow morning, Mike?"
"Yes, sir; but I don't believe it."
"Here, Phra, wake up. Do you hear? Mike says it's tomorrow morning."
"No, sir; no, sir," protested the man, who could be dimly seen leaning over the boys by the faint rays of the fire ashore still streaming in. "I wouldn't have said such a thing these next two hours."
"Very well," said Harry irritably; "Sree said so, and he's sure to know. Do you hear, Phra? Wake up."
Phra made use of a word he had learned of his companion.