d and
once more eating quietly.

"It's a miracle," said Dick.

"It sure is," answered Dan. "Listen. Even the wild beasts in the
jungle have quieted down."

"There is more to this than I can understand," whispered Ray.

"Those Hindus know plenty of things that are beyond me," Dick answered.

"I thought it was all the bunk, at first," said Dan, "but now I think
the old man is the real article."

"Wait until you go to India where the masters are," Dick continued.
"Then you will see miracles that even our Mahatma can't understand."

"I'd love to go," said the girl. "Africa is thrilling enough, goodness
knows, but India fascinates me."

Before the feast broke up, Dan, Ray and Dick slipped away, too tired to
hold their eyes open.

CHAPTER XIV

TO THE RESCUE!

The next morning before dawn had penetrated the jungle, Dick awoke from
a troubled sleep with a voice sounding in his ears.

"Arise my son! Now is the time to set forth."

Springing from his bed of leafy branches and soft skins, Dick saw his
faithful Kurt pacing back and forth near by, while Kurul, stretched
under a mango tree, was snoring heavily.

The two devoted tribesmen had guarded him, taking shifts through the
night. Near his resting place Ray and Dan were still sound asleep,
exhausted by the excitement of the night before.

Dick paused a moment to look at the sleeping girl, whose flushed cheeks
and dark tumbled hair made a pretty picture, but again the voice was in
his ears, and he recognized it as the Mahatma's.

"Take the horses and set out to find your father. Now is the time."

Dick could not see the Hindu. A few drowsy natives were stirring about
the camp, but the wise man had sought a hiding place in some hut. Yet
the Boy King knew that his adviser was guiding him by sending his
message as before, and he hurried to get his force together.

Snatching a hasty bite as he moved about, Dick made up a party of
picked men. First he selected Kurt, Kurul and Raal, dependable
fighters; then Mutaba, for his knowledge of the jungle, and then a
number of first class warriors from the Gorols and Taharans, as many as
there were horses to mount.

Mutaba seemed to require no explanation. It seemed as though the
Mahatma had told him where to go and what to do.

In a few minutes the party set out, with Ray and Dan following in the
rear, rubbing their eyes sleepily. Veena rode with them, looking very
fresh and happy. Since Raal had w