Following his lead, he had struggled on, gradually benumbed by cold, until at last his feet had failed him, and he remembered no more.
"Tumbu wanted Roy!" said little Prince Akbar gravely.

"I told you he wanted something." And Tumbu, hearing his name, roused his furry head from his furry paws and looked at his young master with his sharp, beady, black eyes, as who should say: "Of course I did, because I knew you wanted him.".