“The man is a vandal,” said Ajeeb; “he knows what to expect, and has a chance to save himself. Now, let his punishment be upon his own head. I will not go home without the Eye of Jobu.”
“Perhaps,” said Zulima, “were I to see him again, I might obtain it.”
“No; with the grasping avarice of his race, he thinks he can retain the diamond. The fool! Were he to throw it in the ocean, one day or another it would be found by a priest of Jobu.”
“Perhaps he has lost it?”
“No; in that case, he would have so informed me.”
“He may think you would not believe him,” said the girl.
“Neither should I,” remarked Ajeeb. “Now, Zulima, you know where to find me?”
“Yes, uncle.”
“Well, before you go, I want you to promise not to again visit this vandal.”
“I promise.”