Kurt and Kurul, ropes in hand, gave a grunt of admiration, "Mahatma Good!" and started to bring in the horses.
But Dick restrained them. "Leave it to the wise man," he said. "He does not need help."
Sure enough in a few minutes the horses began straying back to where the Mahatma was sitting, all their fear gone.
"Now you can capture them, Dick Sahib," said Sikandar. "Go to them quietly and take them by their bridles."
Dan cried enthusiastically, "You are certainly there with the goods, chief!" With one arm around his sister, he exclaimed, "There's the man you want to thank, Ray! Without his help we might never have rescued you!"
"That's right!" cried Dick. "You owe him everything!"
Ray bowed and expressed her thanks shyly. The strange old Hindu did not seem so wonderful to her, but if Dick and Dan said he was a miracle worker, there must be something to it.
And now Raal came forward, still holding Veena as though he could never let her go.
Prostrating himself before the Mahatma, Raal drew the girl down beside him and the pair addressed a chant of thanksgiving to him in their own language.
The old man beamed upon them and uttered a blessing, then turned to Dick.