“Yes,” said the Doctor, stepping out into the veranda of his pretty bungalow to meet his visitors, as the great, soft-footed, howdah-bearing beast was checked by his mahout at the bamboo fence. One of the two Malay officers bent down to inform him that the Rajah Suleiman had been out shooting that morning with his French friend, and that, after firing at a tiger, the wounded beast had leaped upon the Rajah’s elephant, and Suleiman and his friend had both been mauled. The bearers of the message stated that the Doctor must come at once.
“Can’t help it, my child,” said the Doctor. “I am sorry for your disappointment, but it is impossible for me to refuse. In an ordinary case I might postpone my visit, but, you see, Suleiman is our friend, and it is most important that I should be off at once.”
“But, my dear,” exclaimed Minnie’s aunt, “it means your being away all night.”
“Of course; and if he’s very bad I may have to stay two or three days. There, I can’t stop talking. Get me my little bag while I fetch my instruments and some dressing.”
Without a word Mrs Morley hurried to obtain what was required, and the Doctor patted his niece on the shoulder.
“Never mind, my dear. We must give it up. Dallas will be able to go with you another time, and you will enjoy your trip better.”
Minnie nodded.
“I won’t mind, uncle—much. But it never rains but it pours: here’s somebody else wants you.”
“Young Archie! What does he want?”
He soon knew, for the lad hurried up, glancing at the two Malays upon the elephant, giving Minnie a quick nod, and then catching the Doctor by the arm and hurrying him into the nearest room.