"Yes, yes," said Phra; "no one would notice them. That is good. We must not go away."
"But help?" said Mr. Kenyon; "we must get help."
"His servant will swim to some boat, Sahib—he will find one, no doubt—and go down the river to try for help."
"No," said Mr. Kenyon, "we want you here. I will write on a leaf of my pocket-book, and you must send one of your men."
"Yes, Lahn would take it to an English ship if there is one," said Sree, whose voice suggested that he was pleased that he was wanted in the boat. "Lahn is here, Sahib. May he come on board?"
"Of course."
Sree uttered a peculiar sound, and a dark figure rose from the ground where it had lain flat, and glided down the bank into the boat.
"Now across to the other shore where we can hide," said Mr. Kenyon.
"No, Sahib," said Sree in a low, earnest whisper; "his servant has been thinking. We will go down to the landing-place at the bottom of the bungalow garden."
"Why there?" said Phra excitedly.