“But it may be so. Have you seen him?” questioned Zulima.
“Yes.”
“What did he say?”
“As I expected, he lied to me.”
“He denied taking the stone?”
“Yes; and he became pale as death and trembled all over.”
Zulima believed her uncle was right in the premises. She did love Henry Stolburst. Far better did she love Jobu. Then, besides, she feared the god of her people.
“Ajeeb, I will return home.”
“Yes, when our work is done.”
“What have we to do?”