The result was, that four of the women with whose faces Helen was already familiar came running in, and Murad pointed peremptorily to the pair. "Take her away!" he cried sharply, and the women seized Helen's defender; but with a quick movement she snatched a little kris from within her sarong, and they fell back in alarm; while with flashing eyes she placed one arm round Helen, and gazed menacingly from one to the other, as if ready to strike at the first who should advance. The women uttered loud cries and fled to Murad, who fiercely ordered them once more to separate the pair. No one, however, advanced, and he threw open the door and bade them go. The women hurried out, glad to escape, and then the Rajah pointed to the open door. "Go!" he said fiercely, and he glared wrathfully at the girl, who pressed her arm more tightly round Helen, and looked her defiance. "Will you go?" he said hoarsely; "or am I to have you torn away?" "No one dare tear me away!" retorted the girl. "I shall stay with her, and no one shall hurt her while I'm alive." They spoke so quickly now that Helen could only gather a few words here and there; but she could make out how fiercely the girl was threatening to resist any attempt to separate them, even going so far as to present the point of her weapon at Murad, who shrank angrily away, and stood at last biting his lips. "Will you go?" he cried at last, in a furious tone; and as he spoke he gazed from the girl to Helen and back again. "No!" she cried fiercely. "I will stay with her. She shall not be your wife!" VOLUME THREE, CHAPTER FOUR. MORE TREACHERY. Murad took a step towards the girl, and whispered something which Helen could not catch. Then, turning sharply round, he dashed the curtain aside, swung open the door, and passing through, they heard the heavy bang as the curtain waved to and fro, when Helen's defender sank trembling to her knees, her eyes closed, and the little weapon with which, but a minute before, she was ready to menace the Rajah's life, fell with a musical tinkle upon the floor. The noise startled her, and she opened her eyes to gaze piteously at the fallen curtain, and ended by bursting into a passionate fit of weeping. Helen let her hands fall upon the Malay girl's shoulder, eager to speak her thanks, but hesitating, as she felt that it would be better to let the outbreak have its course. In this spirit she waited quite patiently, listening eagerly though for the slightest sound without that should betoken the Rajah's return; but all remained silent till suddenly the girl rose and turned upon her angrily. "Why did you come?" she cried; "he loved me before he saw you. Go: you make me hate you, and I shall kill you for it if you stay." For the moment Helen felt angry. At such a time the girl's want of reason was irritating; but seeing that she was almost beside herself with jealous grief, she advanced and laid a hand upon the weeping girl's arm.