Failing in that, he lay close and shoved his whole shoulder through, clawing at us.

It was hardly any wonder that that secret, yet so simply discoverable door between Yasmini's palace and the temple-caverns was unknown.
We swung along through the great bronze gate and into the courtyard where the shrubs all stood reflected along with the marble stairway in a square pool.

We plunged right in without as much as hesitating on the brink, dragging the Mahatma with us--not that he made the least objection.

He laughed, and seemed to regard it as thoroughly good fun.
We splashed and fooled for a few minutes, standing neck-deep and kicking at an occasional fish as it darted by, stirring up mud with our toes until the water was so cloudy that we could see the fish no longer.

Then King thought of clothes.