"It makes me feel mad," he cried.
"Yes," said Phra, "and one feels the worse at having to sit here and wait, without being able to do anything."
"I didn't mean that," cried Harry angrily; "I mean about sitting and eating and drinking there, just as if I was an animal without any feeling. It's horrible."
"Your father was quite right," said Phra; "we do want to be strong."
Harry grunted, and turned away his face, to sit scowling at the river, while Phra rested his head upon his hand.
"Oh," cried Harry at last, "I should like to kill some one."
Phra smiled at him sadly.
"Perhaps we shall have to try before long," he said.
"I hope so. I should like to help kill all the wretches who have made all this trouble."
"Should you?" said Phra, with a faint smile. "But look here, Hal, you will try and help me to save my father?"