“You need have no fear of me,” he said, softly. “I am your friend.”
She did not reply, but she still seemed much alarmed. Frank did his best to reassure her.
“You are in distress,” he said. “Tell me how I may serve you.”
“Not here,” she whispered. “We shall be seen. Come.”
Her hand touched his, and she led him toward the wall, where a small door opened.
“Now I will see the adventure through to the end,” he thought, and he followed her recklessly.
Azza followed, closing the door noiselessly. Frank could feel the fellow close behind him.
The boy seemed to know it was a rash adventure, but, with a reckless abandon that sometimes assailed him, he went on, eager to know what would follow.
The girl led him through a narrow passage and into a room where a lamp dimly burned. From this room they passed across an open court, entering by another small door, and traversing another long passage.
From this they entered a room that was lighted by a swinging lamp of fantastic pattern. On the floor was a thick carpet of Rabat, while the walls were hung with yellow and red tapestries. Mattresses and cushions were piled everywhere, and the colors of the rainbow met the eye on every hand.