"You come, sahib," said Ben Ali.
Carl got up and moved toward the door. There Ben Ali caught his eyes for a space and held them with the same weird looks indulged in near the aëroplane on the show grounds.
The Dutchman instantly grew automatic in his movements, keeping his eyes straight ahead and following Ben Ali's every gesture.
Carl had seen persons hypnotized, and knew how they acted.
"You come," repeated Ben Ali sternly, and Carl jumped down from the wagon.
They were in a country road. There was a smart-looking horse and buggy beside the monkey wagon, and Haidee was on the seat. If appearances were to be believed, she was in another of her spells.
"Sahib get in de buggy," ordered Ben Ali.
Carl climbed over the wheel obediently and sat down beside the girl. She paid not the least attention to him, nor he to her. Ben Ali climbed in beside them, squeezed into the seat, and took the reins from Haidee's hands.
Meanwhile, Carl had been looking at another brown man in a turban who was unhitching the horse from the monkey wagon.
Ben Ali waited until the horse was out of the shafts and the second Hindoo on its back, then he started the Kentucky cob off along the road. His companion trotted along behind.