"Yis, meetoowah," agreed Ben Ali, "it belong to you, but I keep it. That is safer, better."
He put down the box and listened, hissing to attract the attention of the other Hindoo.
"Aurung Zeeb!"
The other turned, and Ben Ali motioned toward the road.
The sound of an approaching motor car broke the stillness. It grew rapidly in volume, passed a point abreast of those in the woods, and went on, dying away in the distance.
Excitement shone in the faces of the Hindoos, and there was alarm in the face of the girl.
"What is it?" she cried. "Uncle Ben——"
"Silence, meetooowah!" commanded the Hindoo.
Taking the lacquered box in his hand, Ben Ali leaped erect and chattered wildly with Aurung Zeeb. After that, he came to Carl, his face full of anxiety and alarm, and made more passes.
"You come," he ordered, "get back in de buggy."