“Indade he will, sor. It’s a beautiful road, with a wall on each side, or a hedge, if you like to call it so, as fresh and green as a country one, only a dale more scratchy.”
Their way took them past the clump of trees in which the rajah’s house was hidden, and the boys looked eagerly between the trunks, but the growth was too dense for them to see anything, even from their elevated perch, as the elephants went swinging by with the spearmen, some now in front and some behind.
“Like it?” cried Frank.
“Yes, I think so,” replied Ned.
“Don’t feel sea-sick, do you?”
“How can one feel sea-sick, when there is no sea—no boat.”
“But you do feel a little giddy with the motion; don’t you?”
“I did,” replied Ned; “but it is going off fast, and I am beginning to like it.”
“Yes, it’s all right as long as the forest isn’t too dense, and the elephant holes too deep.”
“What are elephant holes?”