“Why! What in the world?” Dot whispered as they hid behind a clump of bushes.
Doris held up a hand for silence. It was indeed a bold game she was playing. She prized her bracelets because they came from very dear friends. And if she lost Dot’s? She dared not think of it.
That the monkey would do one of two things she felt quite certain. “If he should take a fancy to the bracelets,” she drew in a quick breath at the thought.
But no! As they peered through the bushes they saw that the monkey was acting true to form. He was imitating the girl’s action. Having removed the three rings from his arm he placed them on a flat rock. This done he placed them again on his arm.
“But will he go away and leave them?” Doris asked herself.
Three tense moments followed, moments in which the monkey followed out the girl’s pantomime to the last detail.
Then to Doris’ intense delight, he went scampering away.
Twenty seconds later Doris’ hand was closing over the three precious stones.
“It is a shame to do it,” she said. “But these stones will do us much more good than they could possibly do any monkey.”
“Let me see them,” said Dot eagerly stretching out a hand.