“Wilt thou allow my friend Max to come here? He it was who brought Girzilla to me.” Mohammed was interested, but at the same time considerably piqued. “Would Max want to see his wife unveiled?” the Arab wondered, and was about to refuse when his wife pleaded in her musical Arabian: “Do, please, let me see this American.” “Be it as thou wish.” Ibrahim went out, and shortly returned with the astonished American. After a short pause, Mohammed asked who was this Girzilla. “I know not what her name may be,” commenced Max, “but when I asked her by what she should be known, she said, ‘To thee I will be Girzilla.’” “It is the same. Oh, tell me, did she speak of her mother--of her father?” “She told me her father had Mameluke blood----” A scream from Mohammed’s wife stopped the conclusion of the sentence. “It must be our own child,” she said. “Know ye not that she was called Kalula?” asked Mohammed. “Even so; but when she could scarcely talk I took her to my room, and bade her remember that whenever she found one she could trust as a brother--one she could love with all the strength of her nature--she should bid him call her Girzilla, which means, in the language of my own land, ‘the true one.’” “That is it, then, sweet lady,” answered Max, “for she said, ‘Never mind my name, to thee I will be Girzilla.’ I called her Gazelle, but she stopped me and said, ‘No, no; Girzilla.’” Max told of his adventures, and dwelt lovingly on the way in which he had been rescued by Girzilla. Every word seemed to bring proof to the lady’s mind that the guide who had been looked upon as the ally of brigands, and one not really to be trusted, was in reality her daughter, the heiress of the great wealth of Mohammed. “Where is she?” asked the Arab. “She is with my uncle, Sherif el Habib,” answered Ibrahim. “Together we will search for her, and she shall guide us.” “Jewilikins! but this bangs Banagher!” exclaimed Max, when he left the tent in company with Ibrahim. “I understand not thy idiom,” said Ibrahim, “but if thou meanest we are lucky, then I agree.” “I meant that it was strange--very strange; some great mystery is here.” “Yes, Allah hath led us to the side of Girzilla’s mother.” “Always thinking of her.” “Always. By night I dream of her, by day she is my only hope and desire.” “And wouldst thou marry her?” “Why not? If she is Girzilla, the bandit, she shall be mine; but if she be really the daughter of the great chief, Mohammed, then if he consents she shall be mine also.” “Infatuated youth!” Mohammed was impatient to continue the journey, and for an hour he talked with Max and Ibrahim about the river and the volcano. He formed an idea that the oasis where Sherif el Habib had encamped was to the southwest; whereas Max had been going almost due east. “Lead, worthy chief,” exclaimed Ibrahim, “and if thou dost but find my Girzilla I care not which way thou goest.”