"Better choose," said Harry, holding out the long, keen heads. "This one's as sharp as that one, and that one's got as good a point as this. Which is it to be?"
"I don't quite understand," said Phra, gazing in Harry's laughing eyes. "Yes, I do. Either of them will do. How fond you are of trying to puzzle one!"
"Make haste, boys," cried Mr. Kenyon.
Dignity before the common people was once more forgotten, prince and English boy racing down to the landing-stage with the light spears over their shoulders.
"Hullo!" said Harry's father. "I did not mean you to go."
"Oh, we must go, father," cried the lad.
"Well, be careful, Sree. Mind that the boat is kept a little way back."
"Yes, Sahib; I will take care."
"You might have asked me if I'd like to come in my own boat," said the doctor, smiling.
"Oh, Dr. Cameron," said Phra with an apologetic look, "pray go;" and he offered him the spear he held.