But in the midst of it he had recovered himself and beckoned imperiously to Dickon.
"Wheel me over there!" he commanded.

"Wheel me quite close and stop right in front of him!" And this, if you please, this is what Ben Weatherstaff beheld and which made his jaw drop.

A wheeled chair with luxurious cushions and robes which came toward him looking rather like some sort of State Coach because a young Rajah leaned back in it with royal command in his great black-rimmed eyes and a thin white hand extended haughtily toward him.
And it stopped right under Ben Weatherstaff's nose.

It was really no wonder his mouth dropped open.
"Do you know who I am ?" demanded the Rajah.
How Ben Weatherstaff stared! His red old eyes fixed themselves on what was before him as if he were seeing a ghost.

He gazed and gazed and gulped a lump down his throat and did not say a word.