“And see!” she said, gripping at her heart to still its wild beating. “There are now three rings on his arm!”
It was true. From the small creature’s arm there gleamed three jewels, two white stones and a red one.
“Two diamonds and a ruby,” whispered Dot. “If only we can get them.”
“If only we can find the hiding place from which they come,” said Doris.
Dot was thinking hard. Of all the exciting moments in her young life, this was the wildest, yet she knew that few things were accomplished in moments of wild excitement.
“We must be calm,” she said.
She closed her eyes for a moment that her wild spirits might be stilled.
Doris too was thinking and as she thought she put her hand to her bracelets. She wondered, as she did so, whether her finely laid plan would work.
Moving one step nearer to the motionless monkey she squatted down in the identical posture he had assumed, then having removed one bracelet from her wrist she placed it on the rock before her. This done she removed another and yet another until the five bracelets lay on the rocks before her.
She then replaced all the bracelets upon her wrist; waited a moment only to repeat the operation. When she had removed the bracelets six times, she left them lying on the rock to turn her back and walk away motioning her companion to follow her.