“I follow you, princess,” he said, and his voice was hard and stern.
“I know that.”
“It was the bidding of Ajeeb.”
“Are you sufficiently acquainted with the streets to travel the city alone?”
The giant smiled.
“I have followed men over the trackless desert. Why should I get lost in the city? I know enough English to make myself understood.”
“By what right did you follow me?” asked Zulima.
“I but obeyed Ajeeb,” replied the giant; “you disobeyed him.”
“How?”
“He ordered you to have this American visit you.”