“Not a bit,” cried Archie hastily. “I say, I didn’t mean to insult you.”
“Oh, I am not insulted,” said the young man quietly. “I should have run too if I had not known that your men would pull up at the last moment. Well, good-bye.”
“You are not going?” cried Archie. “You will stop and be our guest to-night? You were invited, of course. There are all the sports to come, and the illuminations and fireworks.”
“Oh no, I must go,” said the young Rajah. “I have got to rally my men, and see them safely back.”
“Well, but some of your officers will do that, and bring them back.”
“I doubt it,” said Hamet, smiling. “If I know my people, they will not stop till they get home.”
“Oh, surely not! They will all come here again and see the rest of our file—and Rajah Suleiman’s too.”
Hamet shook his head.
“Some of your people from the campongs, who know you—they may come back, but none of the others.”
“Well, you stop at any rate.”