"Yes, Sahib, it is the best way."
"No," said Phra.
"What else, Sree?" asked Harry.
"The Sahib said he would like two more coo-ahs; would the Sahibs like to lie in wait for them? I could make them come near enough by calling as they do—Coo—ah! coo—ah!"
The man put his hands before his mouth and softly imitated the harsh cry of the great argus pheasant so accurately that Phra nodded his head and smiled.
"Yes, that's like it," cried Harry. "Coo—ah! coo—ah!"
"And that isn't a bit like it," said Phra laughingly. "You would not have many come to a cry like that; would he, Sree?"
"No, my Prince," replied the man, shaking his head; "the great birds would not come for that."
"Very rude of them," cried Harry merrily; "for it's the best I can do.
Well, shall we try for the coo—ahs?"
"What else do you know of, Sree?" asked Phra.