"I have tried. Many times. But the magic of the crown is stronger than my own. It refuses to show itself in my crystal sphere."
"Why do you want it so much?" asked Dan.
"Because upon that crown is engraved the secret of wisdom. It is a secret that is older than man. If I could look upon that symbol and fix it upon my memory, I would give all the riches in the world."
Dick was thinking hard. He turned impatiently, as Raal approached him and asked, "O mighty Tahara, when do we start?"
"Soon, Raal, very soon."
"My heart is heavy, Master, when I think of the princess held captive."
"And what about me?" exclaimed Dan. "Am I to wait around here talking, while my sister's life is in danger?"
"Peace, peace, children!" said the Mahatma. "All will be well if you have patience."
"We will never get to the camp today!" exclaimed Dan.
"Then we can fight by the light of the full moon," Dick retorted sharply. "Don't break in on the Mahatma when he is planning things. By this time you ought to know that you make better time by following his advice."