“I wanted you to go down to the river to a boat, and you were gruff and wouldn’t come.”
“Hamet did not say down by the river.”
“Where do you suppose it is, then?” cried Frank, laughing; “up in a tree?”
“Yes; down the river. Hamet knows.”
“Let’s go and see where it is, Frank,” said Ned eagerly.
“What for? I’m too tired now.”
“Suppose you and your father wanted to go too.”
“We should have a naga and plenty of the rajah’s men.”
“No, you would not. He would not let you go.”
“No more he would,” said Frank, thoughtfully. “All right then, if you really mean to go, I’ll come. I can guess where it is, though, and it will not be a very nice walk.”