I have made you great.

You were dirt under my feet--less than dirt," said Omar, with tremulous energy.
"I have fought by your side many times," said Babalatchi, calmly.
"Why did he come ?" went on Omar.

"Did you send him?
Why did he come to defile the air I breathe--to mock at my fate--to poison her mind and steal her body?
She has grown hard of heart to me.

Hard and merciless and stealthy like rocks that tear a ship's life out under the smooth sea." He drew a long breath, struggled with his anger, then broke down suddenly.

"I have been hungry," he continued, in a whimpering tone--"often I have been very hungry--and cold--and neglected--and nobody near me.