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“OOMAMUZM ZHTOS AES 
suspiciously. From where he stood 
the tell-tale mummy was hidden by the 
bank and some bushes, and the tell-tale 
brass rings and armlet were in my 
gloves which I held as jauntily as pos- 
sible. He saw nothing wrong. He 
turned again to us. We betrayed no 
signs of agitation. Then he spoke 
grimly, with a deep scowl on his ugly 
face: 
“No touch ’em; savey?” giving a 
significant jerk of the head towards the 
trees. 
We responded by a negative shake 
of the head. Oh, those brass rings! 
Why did I want to steal brass rings 
from the left thumb of an Indian wo- 
man mummy! Me! I should be carv- 
ing my name on roadside trees next! 
There was another silence as before. 
None of us had changed positions, so 
