She explained that according to the custom of her people she would be killed.
If a girl was sold to a man, and he repented of his bargain, the girl must die.
“But I sold you back again,” said Sherif.
The girl wept as bitterly as ever did white woman, but Sherif was obdurate, and when she did return it was easy to see that she expected she was going to her death.
Whether she was killed or allowed to live, our party of pilgrims never discovered.
CHAPTER XII.
“WHAT SAYS GIRZILLA?”
“I would like to know where that river empties itself,” said Max.
“We will follow its course, if you like,” answered Sherif el Habib, good-naturedly.
“That will suit me,” assented Ibrahim.
“What says Girzilla?”