“Yes, and to save you. Two boats have been searching for you this afternoon, but only my eyes saw you. Had it been any others, you would have been in Murad’s power by now.”
“Did you come and see us sleeping?” she said, eagerly.
“Yes. How else could I have known that you were here waiting to be caught?”
“And now that you have caught me,” she said, indifferently, “what does Hamet mean to do?”
“Is it Hamet, Murad’s officer—or Hamet your friend?”
“How can I tell?” she said, indifferently. “You are a catcher of slaves, and you have taken two. Are you happy?”
“No,” he said, earnestly. “Make me happy.”
“How? Tell me what are your plans?”
“To save you if I can; but either you become my wife, or you go back to Murad. My orders are to take you.”
The girl remained perfectly silent for a few minutes, during which the tall Malay watched her intently.