“Oh, I say, though,” he exclaimed. “Poor old Ali! Won’t he be cut up, just?”
“Yes, he won’t like it,” said Tom Long thoughtfully. “And he was to have a big elephant all ready for us.”
“Yes,” said Bob. “But I say, I wonder we haven’t heard from him since that day he was here.”
“Yes, he might have sent a message of some kind.”
“He’s been up the country with a butterfly net to catch an elephant for us,” said Bob, laughing.
“And now he’ll have it all to himself,” said Tom.
“I’ll bet half a rupee that he don’t,” said Bob.
“Oh, yes, he will,” said Tom. “I rather like him, though. He isn’t a bad sort of nigger.”
“Don’t call the fellows niggers,” said Bob impatiently; “they don’t like it.”
“Then they mustn’t call us giaours and dogs,” said Tom impatiently.