Helen's wild shriek was answered on the instant by one without; and Murad's face became less swarthy in his rage, as he loosed his prisoner and threw open the door, admitting the younger of the two Malay girls who had been Helen's gaolers, and who ran to the Rajah and flung herself upon his breast. In an access of rage the Malay chief struck her across the face, and sent her staggering back, as he cursed her brutally for coming at such a time; and Helen saw how thin a veneer was the English upon the man's nature, which now asserted itself in all its native savagery as he bade the girl go. "No," she cried, turning upon him in a patient, suffering way, displaying the strength of her weakness as she once more clung to his arm. "I do not mind your beating me," she said patiently. "I am used to that: but you said you would love me always; and I will not have this strange girl come between us." "If you do not go--" he said hoarsely, and he bent down and whispered to her with a menacing look, and a touch at the hilt of his kris. "I am not afraid," she said in the same low tone, as she clung to his arm. "You would not kill me; and you may beat me. I am used to that. I say I will not have anyone come between us and stand quietly by." Murad's hand sought his kris, and his lips parted from his teeth, when he half drew the weapon from its sheath; but he mastered his savage rage as he thought of Helen, and spoke quietly and in slow, measured tones, evidently meaning her to hear and comprehend every word. "Go," he said, "and you can tell the others this--I have no wife now but this lady. If either of you speak evil to her or annoy her in any way you die. I shall not touch you, but you will be taken to the river. Now leave me at once." The girl shrank from him, and trembling in every limb, she tottered towards the door; but her attachment and jealous feelings still refused to be mastered, and turning back once more, she burst into a wild passion of weeping, and flung herself upon his breast. "Go?" he cried angrily, and he repulsed her roughly. "You hear my words." He flung her away, and Helen saw her opportunity. Here was one who hated her, but might be made her friend; and as the girl staggered back from the violent thrust she had received, Helen caught her in her arms and clung to her. For a moment the girl shrank away; but directly after she gazed wildly in her eyes, and then with an hysterical cry clasped her tightly. "Stay with me," whispered Helen. "I hate him! Pray stay and save me from him!" The trembling girl seemed to grow strong as she found out more fully what her rival's real feelings were; and as Murad angrily advanced she retreated with Helen to one corner of the room, uttering so wild and piercing a shriek that the Rajah stamped his foot with rage, and going to the door, threw it open and uttered a fierce command.