Those helmets were never worn by any save white men.

The chief scowled under his shading palm.
Women! Oh, this was going to be something worth while.
When the caravan came within hailing distance the chief of the brigands stepped forward menacingly.

The new arrivals were informed that they were prisoners, and were bidden to dismount at once.
"But we are on the way to the city of Bala Khan," remonstrated Ramabai.
"Which you left this morning!" jeered the chief.
"Dismount!" "But I am selling opium there!" "Opium!" "Where is it?
Give it to us!" cried one of the brigands.
The chief thought quickly.

If his men would smoke they should suffer the penalty of being left at the well to await the arrival of the tender Bala Khan.

The white elephant was worth ten thousand rupees.
He might not be obliged to share these bags of silver.