A river flowed through the oasis, and was the theme of much talk and great bewilderment.
“Where does it empty itself?” asked Ibrahim.
“It seems to flow to the desert,” answered the Sherif el Habib.
Max looked at it intently.
“I guess by the time it reaches the desert it gets so thirsty it drinks itself all dry,” he said, speaking so seriously that his friends thought he must have evolved from his inner consciousness some new fact in nature.
Girzilla danced in the water. She was like a child paddling in the surf at the seashore.
“Would that my father could see this,” she exclaimed, and when asked to repeat, she replied:
“Nothing, nothing! I was only thinking.”
The mysterious girl could never be induced to say anything about her parentage or kith.
She had left her tribe or home, and was loyal to Max and his friends.