was plain that they kept very nearly where they were in the water. And then, a terrified cry came from Bobby's lips,—for the worst danger of any to the bather had taken hold of his little helpless body—the cramp!
"Yell, Jack!" he cried piteously. "Yell all you can! I can't do a thing for myself!"
Jack needed no second bidding; his screams rang out sharp and clear on the soft summer air.
Very soon after the boys had left the rest of the party, Moti found it out. She was a young lady who expected a great deal of respect, and it vexed her that her Cousin Bobby should leave her on her birthday.
With a funny, imperious little gesture, she called the faithful Dilâl who was watching in the background, to her side.
"What is the wish of Missy sahib?" he asked, bending his six feet of spotless
