"Yes, Sahib. If we go as we are, your servant and the men could perhaps make the second king and those with him believe that they were friends; but whether by night or by day, if the sahibs try to get there, they will all be speared. It is what the enemy would gladly do."
"We could fight," said Phra proudly. "We have guns."
"Yes, Sahib Phra, and some of the enemy would be killed, but what are we against so many?"
"Ah, what indeed?" sighed Mr. Kenyon. "A dozen or so against thousands upon thousands."
"Phra Sahib is right," continued Sree. "He is prince, and should take us to join his father the King."
"Yes, but how?" said the doctor.
"It can only be by cunning, Sahib," replied the man.
"Hist! One moment," said Harry excitedly; "what about the men? The spear-bearers forsook the King; how can we trust these boatmen?"
"Because they love and believe in the sahibs," said Sree. "I think we can trust them."
"But your two men, Sree?"