By some means a pitch torch was lighted and in its glare Max saw the horrible cave to which he had been removed by some unknown hands. Skeletons and mummies, rude stone sarcophagi, and blocks of red granite in endless confusion. But in the circle of light made by the torch he saw-- A girl. She was not what the fashionable world would call lovely. Her skin was dark, her hair was black as a raven’s wing. Over her dark tresses a silver band encircled her head, almost like a halo of glory. Her limbs were bare to the knees, but round each ankle was a massive band of silver similar to those she wore on each arm above the elbow. Her dress was of a gauzy tissue and Max could scarcely believe but that it was a phantasm of the mind which was before him, and not a living entity. She smiled and waved her torch as a fairy queen might her wand, and in a voice of rare sweetness said: “If thou wouldst save thy life, follow me.” “I am bound,” answered Max. Two rows of shiny, white teeth were shown as she pointed laughingly at the severed cords, and again she said: “Come! Follow me!” “To the death,” answered Max, forgetful of all danger. “Come, and thou shalt be one of my people.” The houri took Max by the hand, causing a strange thrill to pass through him. “Be not afraid,” she said, as she extinguished the light. “With you, never!” answered Max, gallantly. And Madcap Max followed in the dark the strange creature who had found him alone and suffering in the cave beneath the great pyramid. Followed! But where? CHAPTER V. GIRZILLA. With the greatest confidence in the strange Arab girl, Madcap Max followed her, without asking any question until she suddenly extinguished the torch. “Why did you do that?” he inquired. The girl did not answer in words, but dextrously placed her hand over his mouth and held it there so tightly that Max could scarcely breathe. He struggled to release himself, but she was strong, and to add to her power, she whispered: “Get free and I’ll kill thee!” However disagreeable it might be it was better to have a pretty girl’s hand over his mouth than to be killed, and therefore Max made no further resistance. A slight noise, like the dropping of water on rocks, attracted his attention. “Do you hear that?” asked his guide. “Yes; what is it?” “Hush! Speak in whisper only. Thine enemies seek thee.” “And if they find?” “Will kill. I will save, if----” “What?” “Thou hast courage. Come, then, hold to my dress and follow. The least noise may seal thy fate and mine.” “Who art thou, mysterious one? What is thy name?” “Name, as thou wouldst say, I have several; to thee I am Girzilla. Let that be my name.” “I will call thee Gazelle.” “No, no, no. Girzilla, or nothing at all. Come.”