“What did they want with me?”
“They would have captured you, and held you until ransomed.”
“But——”
“You are not rich, you would say. What does that matter? A ten-dollar gold piece would seem a fortune to them. The girl practices that scream on hundreds of unsuspecting foreigners.”
“You speak of American money; are you from the States?”
“From them? Yes; but I am a citizen of the world, a cosmopolitan.”
“Might I ask your name?” inquired Max.
“You might; but it does not signify. If I have saved your life, prove that your life is of some value.”
The stranger left Max in one of the most frequented streets of that city where Cleopatra often rode, attracting the admiration of all to the savage beauty of that
“Queen, with swarthy cheeks and bold, black eyes;