He came, striding up the bank.
"Take my hand! Help me! Quickly!"
She almost threw herself down the bank.
"Where is the boat—ah!"
She stumbled as she got into it, and nearly fell.
"Push off!"
She sat straight up on the hard, narrow bench, and stared at the lights on the Loulia.
"There's a girl on board," she said, in a minute.
"Yes, my lady, one girl. Whether Mahmoud Baroudi likin' we comin' I dunno."
"Ibrahim!"