"I am not going to be till I know the worst."
"That's the way to take it; for look here, that Adong would only know that there was gong-beating and spearing and setting places on fire—a regular riot. He would not know anything about how matters were at the palace."
"No; he could not," said Phra, with a sigh.
"And your father has got plenty of fighting men, who could soon stop a mob."
"If they were faithful to him," said Phra, sighing.
"Oh well, they would be for certain."
"I don't know," said Phra. "I have always been afraid of this. You see, the second king has made friends with the bonzes, and they can talk and preach to the people, and make them believe almost anything about my father."
"Because he does all kinds of scientific things," said Harry, "that they cannot understand."
"Yes," said Phra; "it is the old story. They are too stupid to grasp the meaning of all he does, and because they cannot understand it, they teach the people to believe that it is all what you English people call 'witchcraft' and wickedness. Oh, I have not patience with the silly babies—they are not men."
"I hope we shall have a chance to knock some of their thick heads together. There, you are getting in better heart now about the news."