“Which is certainly something to be very proud of,” came contemptuously from the boy. “But you shall receive your just deserts, you dirty wretch!”
Now Frank was thoroughly aroused, and he showed his anger in his flashing eyes. He had walked into the snare against the warnings of his better judgment, but he had not dreamed of treachery on the part of the girl. Even now he could not understand why she should betray him.
“How have I wronged you that you should do such a thing?” he asked, earnestly. “Tell me that, Igela!”
She turned away, something like a smothered laugh coming from beyond the veil that concealed her face.
Such treachery appalled Frank, and filled him with wonder unutterable. He could not understand it. Had he been lured to that place to be plundered? Was it possible that this fair girl who was known as the Pearl of Tangier was the decoy that secured victims for a set of robbers and assassins?
Even if this were true, it did not explain how she happened to know his name, when she saw him in the Square of Tangier for the first time.
All at once Frank started. His eyes had fallen on the girl’s hand, and he was filled with astonishment.
One swift step the boy took, and then he made a spring, crying:
“I propose to see the face of the one who betrayed me!”
In a twinkling he had snatched away the veil which concealed the face of the girl.