"Bother!" And then, "Do be quiet!"
"Shan't. Wake up, or I'll scoop in some water over you."
"You do if you dare," growled Phra viciously.
"Oh, I dare," said Harry, whose sleepy irritability was going off and making way for the spirit of mischief in him; "but I don't want to make everything wet. Get up, you miserable old Siamese prince! You're not going to sleep if I'm not."
"Bother!" cried Phra sharply, in response to a shake.
"Wake up, then! Here, Phra, we're all alive oh! and nothing has touched us all through the night."
"Oh!"
"What's the matter, Mike?" said Harry, whose attention was turned from the young Prince to their man.
"I'm so bad, sir. I've caught the jungle fever with sleeping in this damp place."
"Nonsense!"