“She did,” declared Ali Mustaf, with fierce satisfaction. “She brought you here that we might finish you this time.”
“I will not believe it! It is not possible she could be capable of such treachery! Tell me it is not true, Igela! Speak! Say this old wretch lies!”
“It is true!” said the girl. “I aided them in trapping you.”
CHAPTER IV.
A BOY OF NERVE.
Never in his life was Frank Merriwell more taken aback and chagrined than at that moment. He could scarcely believe he had heard aright.
Ali Mustaf laughed harshly.
“See what a fool you have been, Christian dog!” he sneered.
Azza, the treacherous servant, joined in the laughter.
“I aided her in trapping you,” he declared.