He then set out on his journey, and rode on and on till he came to a jungle in which were a tank and shady trees.  He bathed himself and his horse in the tank, and then sat down under a tree.  “Now,” he said to himself, “I will eat some of the sweetmeats my mother gave me, and I will drink some water, and then I will continue my journey.”  He opened his handkerchief and took out a sweetmeat.  He found an ant in it.  He took out another.  There was an ant in that one too.  So he laid the two sweetmeats on the ground, and he took out another, and another, and another, until he had taken them all out; but in each he found an ant.  “Never mind,” he said, “I won’t eat the sweetmeats; the ants shall eat them.”  Then the Ant-Rajah came and stood before him and said, “You have been good to us.  If ever you are in trouble, think of me and we will come to you.”

The Rajah’s son thanked him, mounted his horse and continued his journey.  He rode on and on until he came to another jungle, and there he saw a tiger who had a thorn in his foot, and was roaring loudly from the pain.

“Why do you roar like that?” said the young Rajah.  “What is the matter with you?”

“I have had a thorn in my foot for twelve years,” answered the tiger, “and it hurts me so; that is why I roar.”

“Well,” said the Rajah’s son, “I will take it out for you.  But perhaps, as you are a tiger, when I have made you well, you will eat me?”

“Oh no,” said the tiger, “I won’t eat you.  Do make me well.”

Then the Prince took a little knife from his pocket and cut the thorn out of the tiger’s foot; but when he cut, the tiger roared louder than ever—­so loud that his wife heard him in the next jungle, and came bounding along to see what was the matter.  The tiger saw her coming, and hid the Prince in the jungle, so that she should not see him.

“What man hurt you that you roared so loud?” said the wife.

“No one hurt me,” answered the husband; “but a Rajah’s son came and took the thorn out of my foot.”

“Where is he?  Show him to me,” said his wife.

“If you promise not to kill him, I will call him,” said the tiger.

“I won’t kill him; only let me see him,” answered his wife.

Then the tiger called the Rajah’s son, and when he came the tiger and his wife made him a great many salaams.  Then they gave him a good dinner, and he stayed with them for three days.  Every day he looked at the tiger’s foot, and the third day it was quite healed.  Then he said good-by to the tigers, and the tiger said to him, “If ever you are in trouble, think of me, and we will come to you.”

The Rajah’s son rode on and on till he came to a third jungle.  Here he found four fakeers whose teacher and master had died, and had left four things,—­a bed, which carried whoever sat on it whithersoever he wished to go; a bag, that gave its owner whatever he wanted, jewels, food or clothes; a stone bowl that gave its owner as much water as he wanted, no matter how far he might be from a tank; and a stick and rope, to which its owner had only to say, if any one came to make war on him, “Stick, beat as many men and soldiers as are here,” and the stick would beat them and the rope would tie them up.