The sheykh was so glad to get his horses back that he almost forgot to be angry over the trick that had robbed him of them temporarily. He was glad, too, to have one of his prisoners. She could read the map to them and be useful in other ways if he decided not to sell her.
"Where is the other one?" demanded Atewy.
"She was killed by a lion," replied Naomi.
Atewy shrugged. "Well, we still have you; and we have the map. We shall not fare so ill."
Naomi recalled the cone-shaped volcanic hill and the mountains in the distance. "If I lead you to the valley of diamonds will you return me to my people?" she asked.
Atewy translated to el-Ghrennem. The old sheykh nodded. "Tell her we will do that if she leads us to the valley of diamonds," he said. "Wellah! yes, tell her that; but after we find the valley of diamonds we may forget what we have promised. But do not tell her that."
Atewy grinned. "Lead us to the valley of diamonds," he said to Naomi, "and all that you wish will be done."
Unaccustomed to the strenuous labor of pushing through the jungle on foot that the pursuit of the white girls and their ponies had necessitated, the Arabs made camp as soon as they reached the river.
The following day they crossed to the open plain; and when Naomi called their attention to the volcanic hill and the location of the mountains to the northwest, and they had compared these landmarks with the map, they were greatly elated.
But when they reached the river below the falls the broad and turbulent stream seemed impassable and the cliffs before them unscalable.