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Updated: June 15, 2025
So perfectly did the costume suit the air and shape of the lady, that, as she stood among Mary's orange trees, it was like an illusion, of the fancy, but consternation took away all the charm from Mary's eyes. 'Tapada, she cried; 'you surely are not going out, tapada? 'Ah, you have found me out, cried Rosita. 'Yes, indeed I am! and I have the like saya y manto ready for you.
Within doors, these compose their dress, no stockings being worn, but their well-formed feet, inserted in slight slippers without heels, and embroidered with gold and silver lace, lose nothing in beauty from the want of them. Out of doors, another piece of dress called the sapiz, composed of dark blue silk or cotton cloth, slightly striped with narrow white stripes, is usually worn over the saya.
The half-caste now beckoned to Jack. "Come down the slope," said Saya Chone. "I want you to look at this man now. You will see him again in the morning. Perhaps you will find it useful to note the difference." Jack was led down the descent and brought face to face with the native. The English lad saw at once that the man bound to the cross was stupefied with an extremity of terror.
At the moment that Jack was dragged into the bushes by the Buddhist monk, who was not really a monk at all, but one of Saya Chone's followers in disguise, and the dancing girl, who was Saya Chone himself, Buck was within a dozen yards of them, looking all about for Jack.
"No go," said Jack, "he's lost in the crowd. He may be far enough away by now." Buck's look of wonder and surprise was striking to behold. "See here, Jack," he said, laying his hand on his companion's arm. "How in thunder do you come to know Saya Chone, and jump on him at sight like a hawk droppin' on a chicken?" "You know him, Buck?" cried Jack. "You know his name?"
The cry burst in irrepressible surprise and excitement from the other two. "Sure thing," said Risley. "Just listen to me. That half-caste Saya Chone comes from up-country somewhere in the direction the Professor headed for after leaving Mogok. That's the starting-point for the whole business.
Delicate filmy threads of gold intersected the heavy white Valenciennes lace mantilla attached to her high silver comb, etched in gold and studded with diminutive diamonds, which sparkled in the light like dew in the sunshine. Her white satin slippers and silk stockings, like her corsage and saya, were also delicately worked in gold.
"You will be safe under these nettings until these cords are pulled," he said. Jack and Mr. Haydon looked to the ground whither the half-caste pointed. There they saw a couple of stout cords, one fastened at the corner of each mosquito-net. "A sharp tug at the cord will displace the nets," went on Saya Chone. "But you will have a chance to save your skins before that is done.
"Well," said Saya Chone at last, "are you not going to thank me for saving the life you seemed obstinately bent upon throwing away? If I had not been able to order a couple of fellows, as careless of their lives as you of yours, to go into the smoke and drag you out, it would have been all over with you by now." Jack made no answer. He did not so much as trouble to look at Saya Chone.
Moung San invited them to enter it, and all four went in and sat down. "Now, Moung San," began Jim Dent "You listen to me. You know the ruby-mines well, don't you?" "Yes," replied Moung San. "Do much trade with the miners for many years." "Do you know a man named Saya Chone?" "Yes," said the trader. "Know him. Don't like him." "Who is he with now?" "With U Saw, the man they call the Ruby King."
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