Malbihn gave his friend an ugly look, shrugged his shoulders, and
left the tent. Jenssen turned to Meriem.
"If he bothers you again, call me," he said. "I shall always be
near."
The girl had not understood the conversation that had been carried
on by her two owners, for it had been in Swedish; but what Jenssen
had just said to her in Arabic she understood and from it grasped
an excellent idea of what had passed between the two. The expressions
upon their faces, their gestures, and Jenssen's final tapping of
his revolver before Malbihn had left the tent had all been eloquent
of the seriousness of their altercation. Now, toward Jenssen she
looked for friendship, and with the innocence of youth she threw
herself upon his mercy, begging him to set her free, that she might
return to Korak and her jungle life; but she was doomed to another
disappointment, for the man only laughed at her roughly and told
her that if she tried to escape she would be punished by the very
thing that he had just saved her from.
All that night she lay listening for a signal from Korak.
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