Meroo would have dashed forward to catch at the rein but Roy, knowing with that curious instinct of his, that that would only make matters worse, as it would still further frighten the mare, held him back by main force.

The only person who was not spellbound with fear was Baby Akbar.

He thought it a fine joke that his mount should stand up on its hind legs and paw the air.

So he shrieked with delight, and dropped the reins to clap his hands, as he always did when he was pleased.

Now this was the very best thing he, or anybody else, could have done.