Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England
Chapter I. A Feather in his Cap. Chapter II. Fine Feathers make Fine Birds. Chapter III. Chums! Chapter IV. Such a Boy! Chapter V. A Test of Pluck. Chapter VI. Putting through the Paces. Chapter VII. A Beast of a Temper. Chapter VIII. “That Young Chap’s All There!” Chapter IX. A Boy at Home. Chapter X. His Monkey Up. Chapter XI. Black Bob. Chapter XII. Wyatt’s Sermon. Chapter XIII. Hanson Plays the Fool. Chapter XIV. Out of his Cage. Chapter XV. Wyatt’s Old Father. Chapter XVI. A Special Pleader. Chapter XVII. On Service. Chapter XVIII. A Royal Dinner-Party. Chapter XIX. In Action. Chapter XX. Playing the Doctor. Chapter XXI. Sergeant Stubbs Opens his Eyes. Chapter XXII. How the Guns Worked. Chapter XXIII. Differences of Opinion. Chapter XXIV. Friends and Enemies. Chapter XXV. Sleeping with your Window Open. Chapter XXVI. A Smell of Oil. Chapter XXVII. A Disturbed Night. Chapter XXVIII. The Work of the Enemy. Chapter XXIX. “Hot Boiled Beans.” Chapter XXX. A Dastardly Act. Chapter XXXI. Prompt Action. Chapter XXXII. Mother and Son. Chapter XXXIII. Wyatt Smokes the Hubble-Bubble. Chapter XXXIV. Sergeant Stubbs is Curious. Chapter XXXV. In the Labyrinth. Chapter XXXVI. Robbery. Chapter XXXVII. What Dick Saw. Chapter XXXVIII. The Search for the Jewels. Chapter XXXIX. Dismissed. Chapter XL. The Wazir at Work. Chapter XLI. Friends or Enemies? Chapter XLII. A Confession. Chapter XLIII. “Palmam Qui”—
“Will you let go of the young sahib’s leg, oh first cousin of ten thousand demons?” shrieked the man. He reared up till it seemed as if he must go over backward. “I am glad to welcome you, sir,” said the Rajah. There was a yell of rage, and they tore on faster. “Are you hurt, Wyatt?” cried Dick, catching him by the arm. “Arrest those men,” cried Wyatt to the two guards. The blade of a tulwar fell quivering on the marble floor. “But he ran the Wazir through first, and saved your life.”
“I believe it’s true. Dick Darrell’s a regular pet of Sir George Hemsworth.”
“Yes; the old story—kissing goes by favour.”
“I shall cut the service. It’s rank favouritism.”
“I shall write home and tell my father to get the thing shown up in the House of Commons.”