The Hindu raised both hands above his head and closed his eyes, murmuring, "The voice that led me here, tells me that I shall learn more about the ancient crown. My time here is nearly at an end."
"Let me tell you about the crown of the two tribes," said Dick. "It is old and very heavy and set with uncut gems. And it is covered with signs like picture writing," and Dick described it as well as he could remember.
"You have seen this crown?"
"I have had it on my head," replied the Boy King.
"Where is it now?"
"Not here, Mahatma. It is too heavy to wear for long, and too valuable to carry on a war expedition, so I placed it in the safest spot I know."
"Tell me! Tell me where it is hidden," cried the Hindu.
Never before had Dick seen him show excitement. Now his voice trembled with eagerness.
"Do you think the crown of the Taharans and Gorols is the lost diadem?" asked Dick. "The one that the Queen of Sheba gave to King Solomon?"
"I believe it is the same. I cannot rest un I have seen it. Tell me where it is."