"Hold his other arm, Joe," panted Matt. "I want to talk with him. I've got to talk with him. A great wrong has been done Haidee, and if it is righted Ben Ali is the only one to do it."
McGlory was puzzled, but yielded immediate obedience.
"Look at the girl," he whispered, as he laid both hands on the prisoner's other arm.
There was a look of sharp pain in Haidee's face. Her hands were clutching her throat, and she was swaying where she stood.
"Haidee feel what you do to me," gurgled Ben Ali. "You hurt me, you hurt her. You do not understand de power."
"He's talkin' with two tongues!" declared McGlory.
"No," said Matt, "he tells the truth. As I told you, Joe, we've got to make use of the scoundrel for Haidee's benefit. Don't mind Haidee—she'll be all right by the time we are through with Ben Ali."
[CHAPTER XV.]
"FOR THE SAKE OF HAIDEE!"