"I'm taking Ray and Dan along," he said. "I'll feel safer to have them in sight."
"But let's work fast, Dad," cried Ray. "I want to set out for India as soon as we can."
"Patience, kid sister! Patience!" laughed Dan.
"Don't talk like the Mahatma. It gives me the jitters," Ray exclaimed. "Something tells me that I'll be sorry I ever met that man. It's one thrill after another when he is in the picture. I like it--but it makes me nervous."
A few weeks later the big cabin plane returned to the land of the Boy King to find all in readiness for the take-off to India. Raal had been appointed viceroy, with Princess Veena sharing the honors as his wife. Professor Oakwood had been hard at work collecting material for a book and specimens for museums, and was reluctant to leave the Stone-Age tribes.
"Don't worry, Dad. We are all coming back some day," Dick promised him as the party took off on its search for adventure among the mystics of India.
Far below on the desert the whole population was gathered to wave goodbye to Tahara as the great wings bore their Boy King away. "Tahara hal!" came their farewell shout, growing fainter and fainter in the distance as the plane headed eastward toward the home of mystery and romance.
IT'S A PASS INTERFERENCE DOWN THE ICE OVER THE LINE STRIKE HIM OUT UNDER THE BASKET THE TENNIS TERROR CAPTAIN OF THE ELEVEN TAHARA--BOY MYSTIC OF INDIA TAHARA--AMONG AFRICAN TRIBES TAHARA--BOY KING OF THE DESERT TAHARA--IN THE LAND OF YUCATAN THE FUN LOVING GANG--IN WRONG RIGHT THE FUN LOVING GANG--ALWAYS UP TO SOMETHING
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