“Yes—one of them.”
“The name?”
“Lord bless you, sir, I tried to remember it, but I couldn’t.”
“Was it Ajeeb?”
Barry scratched his head, and seemed puzzled.
“It sounded something like that, but that wasn’t the name.”
This reply confirmed Stolburst in the belief that the messenger did come indirectly from the princess.
So Zulima had relented! She found, on mature thought, that she had more affection for the explorer than for the teachings of the devotees of Jobu.
Stolburst was glad of that. Indeed, he had often thought that his intimate friendship with the girl would end with him falling in love with her. She was not a negro, or even a black.
Zulima looked, in her oriental beauty, just what she was—a princess.