Grim took to sleeping in a tent with Mujrim and Ali Baba.
Considering the customs of that land--the savage, accepted way in which women swap owners when tribes are at war, and between times when the raids are made on caravan routes--it would be altogether wide of the mark to blame her too severely.
Grim is a good-looking fellow, even in the khaki officer's uniform that makes most Christians look alike.

Disguised as an Arab he takes the eye of any man, to say nothing of women.
The lines of his face are just deep enough to accent the powerful curve of his nose and chin; and his eyes, with their baffling color, arrest attention.

Then he stands, too, in that gear like a scion of an ancient race, firmly, on strong feet, with his head held high and arms motionless--not fidgeting with one or both hands, as white men usually do.

The wonder really is that Ayisha did not betray her designs on him sooner.
Narayan Singh grew as nervous as a hen in the presence of snakes, for he foresaw how Grim's star would surely wane from the moment any such woman as Ayisha should establish a claim on him; and he did not quite realize the full extent of Grim's resourcefulness in making the most of a situation.

Old Ali Baba's advice, on the other hand, was just what he would have given to any of his sons.
"Let Ali Higg keep his wives within reach if he hopes to call them his! _Wallahi!_ I would laugh to see the Lion of Petra tearing his clothes with rage for such a matter as this!" And all the gang agreed.
Ayisha began to question Grim openly about his home and belongings.
She wanted to know how many wives he had, and he told her none, which made her all the more determined.