"Shuf, Atewy!" he exclaimed. "This should be the Omwamwi Falls, and over here the village of the Bansuto. We are here." He pointed at a spot near the junction of the second and third rivers. "Tomorrow we should cross this other river and come into open country. There we shall find a barren hill."
"Billah!" exclaimed Atewy. "If we do we shall soon be in the valley of diamonds, for the rest of the way is plain."
"What did the sheik say?" asked Rhonda.
Atewy told her, adding, "We shall all be very rich; then I shall buy you from the sheykh and take you back to my ashirat."
"You and who else?" scoffed Rhonda.
"Billah! No one else. I shall buy you for myself alone."
"Caveat emptor," advised the girl.
"I do not understand, bint," said Atewy.
"You will if you ever buy me. And when you call me bint, smile. It doesn't sound like a nice word."
Atewy grinned. He translated what she had said to the sheykh, and they both laughed. "The Narrawia would be good to have in the beyt of Ab el-Ghrennem," said the sheykh, who had understood nothing of what Atewy had said to Rhonda. "When we are through with this expedition, I think that I shall keep them both; for I shall be so rich that I shall not have to sell them. This one will amuse me; she hath a quick tongue that is like aud in tasteless food."