Ibrahim, however, was anxious to find out how Girzilla’s belt had got into the possession of the cannibal, and she admitted that some time before she had lost it while out looking for the return of Ibrahim.
“And didst thou look for my return?” he asked.
“Daily I journeyed forth, and as the weeks passed Uncle Sherif believed that the grave held thee.”
“And if it had?”
“I should have found it if I could and laid down beside thee.”
“Do you then love me so much, Girzilla?”
She made no answer in words, but there was an eloquence in the glance from her dark eyes which told him all he wished to know.
When, some hours later, Mohammed and his caravan arrived, there was a great commotion.
Not a word had been said about Girzilla’s parentage, and Mohammed was shocked to see his daughter going about unveiled.
He recognized her instantly.