"Hah!" ejaculated the old hunter, in a sigh of satisfaction, and he smiled as Mr. Kenyon held out his hand and took his follower's in a strong grip.
Then turning to the men who had helped with the digging:
"Follow my son and the Prince inside.—Now, Hal, you know your task."
"Yes, father," said Harry, with his brow all in wrinkles and his teeth set; and, leading the way, his first act was to order every one back from the ends of the wires, which he made the men protect by building a ring of big stones around them—stones which had been used to form the breastwork from behind which the defenders had fired.
As he looked up from this he saw that his father was waiting and watching; and now seeing that all was ready, he waved his hand to the boys and went down on one knee, Sree standing close by with one foot resting upon his spade.
"Why is he left alone, Phra?" asked a familiar voice, for the King had come up to the breastwork to see how matters were progressing.
Phra explained, but in the midst Harry interrupted:
"It is horribly dangerous, sir, and my father told us to keep every one back in case the powder exploded."
"Then why do you stand there with my son in such peril, boy?"
"Because I can't leave my father," said Harry, in a choking voice.