"We don't know but what they can keep the enemy off till then," said
Harry, with spirit.
"True," said his father quickly; "but what if we wait till to-morrow night?"
"Then it would be dark, and we might go and join with the enemy when they make one of their attacks. Then, when they retire, we might fall down as if wounded, and wait close up to the gate."
"Yes," said Phra eagerly, "and as soon as the enemy were far enough off we could call to those in the palace that we were friends, and they would open and let us in."
"That sounds wild," said Mr. Kenyon, "but it is possible. What do you say, Sree?"
"No, Sahib; it would do for me and the men. We could get into the palace that way, but the Sahibs? No. The enemy would know them at once, however dark."
"True," said Mr. Kenyon.
"It is not possible," groaned the doctor. "We must try by force to break through."
"That would mean death to all, Sahib," said Sree in a low, sad voice; "and there would be no help for your friends."
"Stop," said Phra. "I think it might be done."