Glyn Severn and the Maharajah of Dour, both about 15 or 16, have been sent together to an English Boarding School. Glyn's father has been for many years a Colonel in the Maharajah's father's army, but now the old Maharajah is dead, and his son, known at school as "Singh", has inherited the title. The Colonel is Singh's guardian. There are the usual schoolboyish rivalries and fights, in particular involving a nasty individual called Slegge. A menagerie owner lives nearby, and among his animals is an elephant who is sometimes in a bad mood. It turns out that Glyn and Singh, who have had dealings with elephants in India, are rather good at bringing it under control.
wants to pick a quarrel with us."
"But what for?" cried Singh. "We never did him any harm."
"Love of conquest, I suppose, so as to make us humble ourselves to him same as the other fellows do. He wants to be cock of the school."
"Oh--oh!" cried Singh. "It does make me feel so hot. What did he say to me: was I going to ride on the elephant?--Yes. Well, suppose I was. It wouldn't be the first time."
"Not by hundreds," cried Glyn. "I say, used it not to be grand? Don't you wish we were going over the plains to-day on the back of old Sultan?"
He pronounced it Sool-tann.
"Ah, yes!" cried Singh, with his eyes flashing now. "I do, I do! instead of being shut up in this old school to be bullied by a boy like that. I should like to knock his head off."
"No, you wouldn't. There, don't think anything more about it. He isn't worth your notice."
"No, I suppose not," said the Indian boy;--"but what makes me so angry is that he despises me, and has treated me ever sinc