"Yes," he said, eagerly. "I will not see her; she may go where she will." The girl hesitated for a few moments, and then tried to rise, but the Malay held her tightly by the wrist. "I shall not try to run," she said, scornfully. "Loose my arm." The Malay hesitated, gazing full in her eyes. He then tossed the girl's arm lightly from him. "I will trust you," he said; and then he looked on curiously, as the Malay girl stooped softly over Helen, and just brushed her hair with her lips so gently that the sleeping girl did not stir. Then, turning to the Malay: "Are you alone?" she asked. "Yes: quite. I saw you before; but I did not want to capture you for Murad. Now, is it to be as I say? Will you come?" The girl glanced once more at Helen; then placing her hand in that of the Malay, she let him lead her a few paces along the bank, and assist her into a seat, where, taking his place in the prow, he silently loosened the boat, guided it softly past the boughs, so that there was not even the rustle of a leaf; then, letting the pole dip into the water, he gave one powerful thrust, and the sampan darted out into mid-stream, and then rapidly glided out of sight, just as the shadows were deepening across the river and an orange glow began to tinge the surface of the leaves. VOLUME THREE, CHAPTER ELEVEN. THROUGH THE WILDS. Helen woke with a start just as the boat disappeared round the curve at the end of the reach, and her first movement was towards where her companion had lain down. At first she could not believe that she was alone, but sat waiting for the girl's return, believing that she had awakened first, and had gone for a short distance to try for a better path; but as the minutes sped, and the darkness would, as she well knew, soon return, a strange sensation of horror began to trouble her, and she started to her feet, and began to search around in various directions, even going so far as to call in a low voice. She dare not go far for fear that her companion should return and find her absent, so she kept making little excursions here and there where the denseness of the jungle was not so great, and then returned to where she had slept. Parting the boughs on either side, she then crept as near to the river as she could, so as to look up and down stream, for what purpose she could not tell, though it seemed as if an instinct led her to gaze at the highway by which her companion had departed.