“Yes, sir; and we must chance the tiger if he comes, which maybe he won’t, for we haven’t heard much of them chaps before.”
Chapter Twenty Seven.
In the Elephant-Holes.
“Did you hear anything in the night, Pete?” said Archie the next morning.
“There he is, bless him!” whispered Peter, from where he was peering through the lookout-hole.
“What do you mean?”
“That Malay chap, sir—the big one with the squint. I should like to drop upon him and smug that kris of his. Just think of it! As soon as we made up our minds to toddle the first time we can get the helephant here before they mount sentry, here he comes, just as if orders had been given for that to be done regular.”
Peter dropped down from his lookout-hole, and began to pick out the worst of the fruit for the elephant when he came.