"Why have you done this thing, Abu Batn?" demanded Zora.
"Allah was wroth that we should betray our land to the Nasrâny," said the sheykh. "We have seen the light, and we are going back to our own people."
"What do you intend to do with this woman and with me?" asked Zora.
"We shall take you with us for a little way," replied Abu Batn. "I know a kind man who is very rich, who will give you both a good home."
"You mean that you are going to sell us to some black sultan?" demanded the girl.
The sheykh shrugged. "I would not put it that way," he said. "Rather let us say that I am making a present to a great and good friend and saving you and this other woman from certain death in the jungle should we depart without you."
"Abu Batn, you are a hypocrite and a traitor," cried Zora, her voice vibrant with contempt.
"The Nasrâny like to call names," said the sheykh with a sneer. "Perhaps if the pig, Zveri, had not called us names, this would not have happened."
"So this is your revenge," asked Zora, "because he reproached you for your cowardice at Opar?"
"Enough!" snapped Abu Batn. "Come, my children, let us be gone."