"Did any one call?" said Phra.
"No, it was his gammon, so as to get away," said Harry. "I say, Sree, no nonsense. Old Mike didn't fight like that, did he?"
"Oh, yes, Sahib; no one could have been more brave and cool. I did not expect it. I always thought he was what you English people call a coward."
"I say, Phra, what a shame to laugh at him like that!"
"Yes, but you began it."
"Oh, that I didn't," cried Harry. "Never mind, we'll go halves; I'll take my share of the blame."
"Are you lads in there?" cried Mr. Kenyon.
"Yes, father," cried Harry.
"You may as well come with me. Ah, Sree, meet me in half an hour's time by the great gates; bring the men who came with us, and we shall want spears."
"Yes, Sahib," said Sree, rising.