"He found himself staring down into the
bright dark eyes of a girl he had never seen"
CHAPTER XII
THE GIRL FROM THE HAREM
He was dumb with the shock. Then, "Who are you?" he demanded. "And where is she—where is Arlee Beecher?"
On her own face the astonishment grew. "What you mean? Frederick—he not send you?" she gasped, and then as the outcries grew louder and louder behind them she gripped convulsively at his arms. "Oh, quick! come away—quick, quick!" she besought.
"I came for Arlee Beecher—an American girl. Isn't she held here? Isn't she back there?"
"What you going to do? What——"
"I'm going to get her!" he said fiercely. "Tell me——"
He had caught her and unconsciously shook her as if to shake the words out of her. Furiously she struggled with him.