the vessel was sent flying, and the emptying of the second
commenced, to be ended by the satiated beast picking it up to hold it on
high as if to drain out the last drops, and then begin to swing it to
and fro as if to hurl it at its master.

"Hah-h-h-h-ah!" cried Singh, and the great creature ceased swinging the
bucket to and fro, and dropped it on the hay.

"Come, Singh, we have had enough of this," cried Glyn impatiently.
"Let's get back, or we shall be having the Doctor sending to see what
has become of us."

"Don't you be afraid about that, young gentlemen," cried Ramball. "I'll
speak up for you both."

"Thank you," said Glyn drily; "but you've done with us now."

"Done with you, young gentlemen! I only wish you'd stop and join my
troupe. I'll make it right and pleasant for you, and be glad too. Pay
you better, too, than any one else would when you leave school. Why,
bless your heart, you--the dark one I'm talking to--if you like to come
I'll spend any amount up to a hundred pounds for getting you a thorough
Indian corstume all muslin and gold, and a turban with jewels in it--
imitations, of course, it wouldn't run to real, but the best as is to be
had--with a plume of feathers too, ready for you to ride in procession
same as you did to-day. What do you say?"

"Yes, Singh," cried Glyn laughing, as he sat close behind his companion,
and catching him by the shoulders he began to shake him to and fro.
"There's an offer for you. What do you say?"

"I am going to get down," said Singh with a haughty curve to his lip.
"Well, I won't tell him I'm not an English boy." Then sharply resuming
his native tongue, he uttered an order which made the great beast kneel
down in the hay with its trunk stretched straight out before it, and
raising its ears a little, ready for its two riders to climb down
forwards and spring off.

"Ha!" cried Singh, as he approached close to the elephant and planted
his right foot upon the upper portion of its trunk. "I should rather
like to have you," he said, speaking softly, so that his words only
reached his companion's ear. "You are the first in England to show me
that you know what I am."

"But you can't have him, Singh," said Glyn laughing. "No more elephants
till we get back to Dour, and that won't be for years to come."

"No," said the boy sadly; "that will not be for years to come.--Huh!" he
cried to the elephant, as he removed his foot and drew back. "You're a
fine ol