"My son," began Subro, "you have long wanted to go down the mountains to the big city. And now I am going to send you. My brother lives in Lahore and owns a shop there. He has asked me to send him an old perfume jar. I have at last found the kind he wishes. You were with me when I bought it from Subhanna. Now you shall take it to your uncle. You are old enough to be trusted as a man."
Rhamon's heart thumped with joy and he felt that already he must have grown many inches—a man indeed!
"But that is not all," continued Subro, looking very tenderly at the happy face of his son. "On the day of the procession the good Rajah saw you and noticed your misfortune. And now he wishes to send you to the big city of Lahore. He believes the great doctor there will be able to make your foot right again, so that you can run like other boys."
"The Rajah!" exclaimed Rhamon breathlessly. He did not even hear what his father had
