? ? ? ? "Well?" he said to the old chief.
? ? ? ? "Is she not both young and good looking?" asked Kovudoo.
? ? ? ? "She is not old," replied Malbihn; "but even so she will be a burden. We did not come from the north after wives--there are more than enough there for us."
? ? ? ? Meriem stood looking straight at the white men. She expected nothing from them--they were to her as much enemies as the black men. She hated and feared them all. Malbihn spoke to her in Arabic.
? ? ? ? "We are friends," he said. "Would you like to have us take you away from here?"
? ? ? ? Slowly and dimly as though from a great distance recollection of the once familiar tongue returned to her.
? ? ? ? "I should like to go free," she said, "and go back to Korak."
? ? ? ? "You would like to go with us?" persisted Malbihn.
? ? ? ? "No," said Meriem.
? ? ? ? Malbihn turned to Kovudoo.
Pages:
217
218
219
220
221
222
223
224
225
226
227
228
229
230
231
232
233
234
235
236
237
238
239
240
241