The mahout stood stock-still for a moment, not quite believing his eyes.

By this time, however, Ahmed was comfortably straddled back of his elephant's ears and was jogging along the road.
"The king!" shouted the surprised mahout to the guards, who had not seen the man or the turban.
"What king, fool ?" returned the guards.
"The white king who was betrothed this day! Ai, ai! I have seen the royal turban.

It is he!" The guards derided him.

So, finding no hope in them, he ran to his elephant, mounted and rode back into town.

Durga Ram would pay well for this news.
"Father," said Kathlyn reproachfully, "that mahout recognized you.