, resuming his old seat. "Are both
those your masters, Glyn, my boy?"

"No, father; only one. The other's a friend of his, I think."

"What, that rather shady-looking individual?"

"No, father, the Professor--Professor Barclay. He dined at the Doctor's
the other night."

"Oh," said the Colonel. "Well, I don't wish to be too exclusive; but
somehow I never care for strangers who are so very eager to make
friends."

"But oughtn't we to have gone to help find the elephant, father?" said
Glyn.

"No, my boy, I think not. You are my guests to-night, and we don't
often meet. If they find him, and there is any real necessity, perhaps
we will go; but we shall see."

They did not see; for a quiet chat was enjoyed for another half-hour,
and then the Colonel walked with them to the Doctor's gates and said
goodnight.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN.

THE RAJAH'S MORNING CALL.

"Singh!"

There was no answer. "Singh! Oh, what a sleepy old mongoose it is!
Singhy! What's that row out in the playground?"

It was early dawn. The first faint rays of day were peering in on both
sides of the drawn blind, the speaker was Glyn, and the words were
uttered in consequence of a peculiar clanking noise heard out in the
play-yard.

Now, the most common-sense way of finding out the meaning of the noise
which had awakened the boy from a deep sleep would have been to jump out
of bed, draw up the blind, and throw up the window, letting in the
fresh, cool morning air, as the head was thrust out and eyes brought to
bear upon the dimly seen shadowy space below. But Glyn felt very
drowsy, exceedingly comfortable, and not in the slightest degree
disposed to stir. Consequently he called across the little room to the
other bed, and, as before said, there was no reply.

"Oh, you are a sleepy one!" muttered the boy, and reaching up his hands
he turned them into a catapult, seizing the pillow by both ends, and
drawing it upwards from beneath his head, when without rising he hurled
it across at Singh, striking him with a pretty good whop.

"Great cowardly bully; that's what you are," muttered the boy. "Oh, I
wish I was ten times as strong! Take that, and that, and that!"

The commands were accompanied by a heavy panting, and the sound of
blows.

"Why, what's he doing?" said Glyn to himself, growing more wakeful, and
beginning to chuckle as he grasped the situation. "Oh, what a game!" he
said softly. "He's lying on his back, and got the