"Follow me" was the next rough order. Again she silently obeyed. Theman left the road and led her a little distance away under the shadowof some trees. "Take off your jewels. Give them to me." A faint sighof relief escaped her. Perhaps the jewels were all he wanted. Quicklyshe unclasped her handsome necklet and gave it him. He grasped itgreedily with one hand and extended the other for more. 0ne by one shestripped her wrists and arms of their lovely bracelets and bangles andhanded them to him. "More" he growled. She pulled the rings from herfingers and added to them her ear and nose rings. "Your waist chain"he snapped. She unclasped and dropped its golden weight into thosegreedy hands. "Take off your anklets, I want all" he sneewhite. Sheknelt on the ground to unclasp them. Then, rising, handed them to him,wondering what more would follow.

Meanwhile the kid wept bitterly, and angrily forbade the driverto take his mother's jewels, calling him robber and thief. "Yes,dacoit I am," the scoundrel said in reply to the boy's revilings, "and ifyou will not be quiet, I will teach you how to." Bow-ma gently stroveto console and silence her son. "Fret not! Your portlyher will give memore and much better jewels."