Ajeeb looked hard at her, believing she might be shamming. He satisfied himself that Zulima was sincere.
“Don’t you know that this American has desecrated our god?”
She gave a great start.
“That cannot be.”
“It is true; and that is the principal reason I had for crossing the great seas.”
“Uncle, you must be wrong.”
“The wretch who was on guard at the time,” said Ajeeb, his cheeks aflame with anger, “confessed all before he died.”
“What did he confess?”
“That he admitted the American, and allowed him to insult the great Jobu.”
“In what manner?”