"In my boat, Sahib, far away."
"Here, Harry, run to the hall and take down one of those Malay spears."
Harry ran, and after a moment's hesitation the young prince followed him, walking in a slow, dignified way. But long contact and education with an English boy had left its traces, and before he had gone many yards the observances of his father's jungle palace were forgotten, and he dashed off as hard as he could go, leaping in at the doorway and nearly overturning his companion.
"Here, mind where you're coming to," cried Harry.
"Bring two spears," cried Phra excitedly.
"Well, I am bringing two, aren't I? Thought you'd like to have a go, too."
Phra's arm went over his friend's shoulder in an instant.
"That's what I do like in you," he cried. "You always want to share everything with me."
"You're just as stupid," said Harry drily. "Here, catch hold. Which will you have? Make haste. Come along."
"Oh, I don't mind," said Phra.