"The Sultan Casim Ammeh," Pansy repeated presently, with an air of bewilderment.
"Dat be him," Alice assured her. "A great big, fine man, awful good-looking. I see him. An' my heart go all soft. He so rich and proud and grand. But he no look at me, only at you, Miss Pansy," she finished, sighing.
Pansy hardly heard this rhapsody over her captor.
His name was familiar but half forgotten, like the fairy tales of her childhood.
Then she suddenly remembered who and what he was.
The youthful Sultan who, long years ago, had sworn to kill her father and sell her as a slave!
The man Alice mentioned must be the boy grown up! It must have been his hordes who had swept down on her and Bob that afternoon.
But it was not of herself that Pansy thought when the truth dawned on her with vivid, sickening force. In anxiety for her father she forgot the fate promised for herself.
"My father! What has happened to him?" she asked in quick alarm.
"De Sultan, he catch Sir George too," Alice answered coolly.