"Sahib keep still!" he called, kicking the end of the wagon with his heels.
And thus, with not a sound coming from the interior of the monkey wagon, the artful Hindoo adept drove into the road and headed the horse away from the town and into the country.
[CHAPTER X.]
THE MAHOUT'S FLIGHT.
When Matt and McGlory, hurrying to the aëroplane to make inquiries concerning Carl, came within sight of Ping, they saw him calmly occupied twirling a set of jackstones.
"Ping!" called Matt.
"Awri'!" answered Ping, slipping the jackstones into a pocket of his blouse and immediately getting up.
"Where's Carl?"
"Dutchy boy no good. Him lun away."