The girl got up and climbed down from the wagon.
"Sahib!" he cried sharply. "You come, too."
Carl likewise climbed to the ground.
"You are asleep," went on Ben Ali, coming up to Carl and bringing his face close. "You know not anything what you do. Sit!"
Carl sank down on the bank of the creek.
The other Hindoo had dismounted. Stepping away from his horse, he turned the runabout rig the other way, so that the cob faced the road. Then he tied the animal.
Meanwhile, Ben Ali, seating himself cross-legged on the ground, had drawn a small black box from his breast. It was a lacquered box and shone like ebony in the gleam of sun that drifted down through the trees.
Haidee uttered an exclamation and stretched out her hands.
"It is mine, Uncle Ben! It belongs to me."